Amara’s POV
I was motionless.
My legs were cold, heavy, and felt like they were trapped in muck. I thought my heart would burst from the loud beating it was making in my chest.
Everything was red around me.
A nightmare. I was aware that it was a nightmare.
However, everything seemed so genuine.
I was standing in a black stone grotto. There were bones everywhere. Skulls from mounds along the walls smiled, their eyes empty. In the darkness, chains clattered.
The heat and smoke filled the air. Pits on the floor were blazing. The green and purple flames, which hissed like enraged snakes, weren't your typical flames.
Chanting was audible.
I couldn't grasp the dark language used by the whispering voices.
With luminous eyes, shadow monsters slithered about the chamber. Black goo poured
