The sounds of calm before the storm were deafening... In a room of the empty palace, a woman lay quietly on a luxurious bed with a panoramic ceiling, the stars shining over the silent battlefield, but her mind was far away, lost in the space between dreams and memory.
There was something familiar about that slow falling sensation, an emptiness opening beneath her feet as she fell inward. She recognized what was coming.
Fenrir's dreams were never ordinary, for they carried echoes of the past and shadows of forgotten prophecies. And this time, she knew she would see her father.
