Zarion’s POV

I found myself submerged in a terrifying haze.

A realm where reality melded with the darkest corners of my mind. And in the depths of that distorted reality, I stood over a figure, my hands locked around her throat.

A face flashed within my consciousness, etching itself into the fabric of my thoughts—a face belonging to a girl…a girl I once loved.

Cassidy—her name’s Cassidy.

As my grip tightened, a surge of inexplicable guilt rippled in my chest, rendering me unable to carry out the malevolent act that my instincts beckoned me to commit. I staggered backward, my chest heaving as my body protested against the violence that...