After my consciousness was once again plunged into darkness by Zevstyle's warm touch, I suddenly found myself in a completely different reality.
I was no longer in that abstract, dark realm of my mind.
This place... it was real.
Or at least, it felt like a perfect copy of reality.
I could hear the crunch of snow under my feet and feel the sharp, freezing wind striking my face.
The cold air burned my lungs.
Looking around, I found myself in the middle of a vast, snow-covered plain.
Behind me stood a colossal army of tens of thousands of soldiers.
The rhythmic sound of their steps was like an earthquake shaking the very earth.
Mercenaries, loyal soldiers from the Duchy of Frosthelm bearing banners with the heads of wolves, and allied forces from different dynasties and regions whose coats of arms I had never seen before...
All of them had gathered behind me for a single purpose.
Beside me, shoulder to shoulder, stood Fredrinn.
But this was not the Fredrinn I knew.
