Recounting The Dream (2)**

Virelle's POV

It was a deadly figure who seemed all too familiar to me but this time instead of fear only whispers of revenge ringed in my ears.

Vengeance ignited within me in its fierce and all-consuming form. But before I could react, Ethan's body slipped from my grasp and crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Before I could process anything further, it was dragged by the chain connecting the bloody sickle.

"Nooo! You bastard!" My voice was a guttural roar that tore through the sky in a blend of rage and heartbreak until suddenly…

I was jolted awake.

Gasping for breath, I sat upright and found myself drenched in cold sweat. The oppressive darkness of the Abyssal Sanctum was gone and was replaced by the familiar comfort of my chamber.

The familiar dark and heavy curtains shrouded my bed and their dark folds formed a stark contrast to the vivid nightmare I had just escaped.