NARRATOR

Sigrid was desperate. There had to be a magical portal somewhere—in these walls, the ceiling…

“Damn it!” she exploded, filled with rage and helplessness.

Silas was strong, but she was still afraid. They never should have split up.

Suddenly, in the middle of her despair, a sharp pain shot through her chest, too intense to ignore.

She clutched her sternum.

Goddess, what the hell was this now?

Her mind was in chaos, her vision blurry as her hands frantically searched, feeling stone by stone, trying to find the magical opening.

She had to calm down. She blamed it on her frantic state. She was losing control.

Electra thrashed inside her prison, more deranged than ever, screaming to be set free.

“Not now, you crazy bitch!” she roared, locking her spirit down with everything she had.

She couldn’t afford to divide her power right now, weakening herself just to keep Electra at bay.

But Sigrid had forgotten she wasn’t alone in the room—someone else was there.

Someone who mattered very