Two days had passed since William entered Amira's memories.
During that time, he remained unconscious in one of the rooms of the Dominion palace. Using that power did not merely exhaust his body; it stripped him of almost all his mental energy. Crossing the barrier of death was not a simple ritual act… it was a direct intrusion into a territory not meant for the living.
The morning of January 29, 2019 arrived wrapped in a grayish light filtering through the heavy curtains.
William slowly opened his eyes.
For a few seconds, he did not know where he was.
The high ceiling, the dark moldings, the absolute silence of the palace… everything rushed back into his memory at once.
He struggled to sit up. A sharp pain pierced his head. He pressed a hand to his temple and closed his eyes.
It hurt to think.
It hurt to remember.
He reached toward the small bedside table and grabbed his phone. The screen lit up.
Several messages.
