Atlas POV
No matter how many times I killed the rogue wolves, their bodies kept rising again, as if they were under some sort of spell or enchantment. But I didn't falter. I tore them apart relentlessly, driven by the desperate need to find a way to Mia.
Amidst the chaos of the battle, I heard her voice in my mind. It was filled with raw emotion, causing my heart to ache as if it was being ripped away. She spoke of a connection I had with Thora, how her death would mean mine. And then, she mentioned our impending separation. She spoke of me becoming a great ruler, as if she would no longer be able to stay by my side. She was sacrificing herself in some way.
I pleaded with her, begged her not to sacrifice herself. But in a flash, the army of rogues surrounding me vanished, and the rocks
