Chapter 167: Playful wolves

In the deep of night, Baron Wallace's mind drifted into a restless sleep. The exhaustion from the day's battle and the weight of leadership bore heavily on his subconscious. His dreams, usually a sanctuary of solace, turned dark and foreboding.

A familiar voice echoed through the shadows of his mind, one that sent chills down his spine. It was a female voice, smooth yet filled with a venomous edge. The same voice he had heard before, the one that belonged to the female warrior he had once defeated. The one who had promised vengeance.

"Wallace," the voice hissed, reverberating through the emptiness of his dreamscape. "You thought you could escape me, but I have found you. Your time has come."

Suddenly, the scenery shifted. Wallace found himself bound in chains, his limbs stretched and immobilized. He was in a dark, cavernous space, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Torches lined the walls, casting flickering shadows that danced menacingly.