Shadows of the Future

Blakely lay awake in her bed at the Ursa Minor Guild Hall, staring up at the ceiling. The warmth of the cozy room, the soft fur of Matcha next to her, and the peaceful quiet of the night should have lulled her into the deep sleep she so often craved. But tonight, something was keeping her awake.

She could still feel the lingering effects of her encounter with Frost. Even now, hours after the battle had ended, the icy chill of the Elemental King's presence clung to her skin like frostbite. There was something unsettling about how connected he had seemed to her powers in the dream world. That eerie awareness, the way he had reacted to her dream magic, it was as if Frost had understood her in a way no one else had.