Alaric found himself standing in the midst of the same barren, dreamlike landscape, with jagged rocks and swirling mist encircling him. He felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, but this time, the dream was different. The air hummed with a strange energy, and in the distance, a figure began to emerge from the fog.
As the figure approached, Alaric's heart began to race. It was a woman, her presence regal and commanding. Her long, flowing robes seemed to shimmer in the ethereal light, and her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. But what stood out the most were her eyes—sharp, yet filled with a softness that felt oddly familiar.
"Who are you?" Alaric asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside him.
The woman smiled faintly, her gaze unwavering as she studied him. "I am your mother."
