Victor's eyes snapped open, his heart racing in his chest as his mind struggled to process the vivid images that had filled his dreams. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his breathing came in ragged gasps as he fought to calm himself. The room around him was dimly lit, the pale moonlight casting eerie shadows on the walls.
The sound of his friends stirring in their sleep reached his ears, and their concerned faces soon appeared in his line of sight. Callie's voice broke through the silence, her tone filled with genuine worry. "Victor, what's wrong? You were screaming in your sleep. Are you okay?"
Victor took a moment to gather his thoughts, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind. "I... I had a vision. Magica... it was in ruins. Darkness consumed the city, and our friends... they were gone. Taken by forces beyond our comprehension."
