Alaric drifted into a deep sleep as the night wrapped around him, his mind burdened with questions and uncertainties. The conversation with Viktor lingered in his thoughts, the cryptic warning replaying in his mind. Yet, as his body relaxed, surrendering to the comfort of his bed, something unexpected began to stir within him.
The spell that had been placed on him by the shadowy figure when he returned to the human world started to glow faintly, pulsating with an eerie light that only the unseen could detect. This spell, woven with dark intent, had one purpose: to suppress his memories of Nyxoria and anything that might trigger a recollection of his true heritage. But tonight, it was doing more than just keeping his memories sealed.
