Author's POV
The silver mist was hallucinogenic.
It filled the chamber like a living thing, cold and suffocating, seeping into lungs and minds. The warriors began to scream, their worst fears given form, their deepest failures playing out before their eyes.
"Traitor!" one warrior shrieked, lunging at his comrade. "You sold us out! I saw you... I saw you..."
The other warrior stumbled back, his hands raised. "No! I never... I would never..."
They fought, their blades clashing in the fog. Fenris moved between them, his voice sharp and commanding. "Stop! Stop! It's not real!"
But they couldn't hear him. The mist had taken them.
Valerie fought through the visions.
She saw Knox dying in her arms, his eyes empty, his body cold. She saw a child—a daughter with silver hair and her father's
