"You couldn't save us." "This is your fault! You caused this! You're a mistake!" "You deserve death. You should have died the moment you were born!" Alaric tossed and turned on his bed, drenched in sweat, his breaths sharp and ragged. The vision of Eryndral he had seen in the forest replayed over and over, clawing its way through his dreams. Each time, the voices grew louder-relentless, merciless-until he could hardly stand it. He tried to run, but his legs refused to move. The air felt thick, like he was trapped in an endless loop. Panic gripped him; he was terrified that this memory would never release him. "You will only bring destruction, and even I cannot save you!" "Save me! Save us!" "Why are you doing this to us?" The voices pierced through the darkness. Ahead, through the

