Though my body weakened, I felt something stirring in my mind. Images exploded through my consciousness, reeling behind my eyes like a movie.
Images of Hestia’s future played like a horror movie.
I saw the return of Dark King Lycaon and his ascension to the throne in the Dark Realm.
“No,” I whispered, my strength fading faster.
Hestia cackled in my ear. I didn’t have the strength to push her back.
“Oh, yes. This is the future that will happen. The Dark King will rise again, and that’s not even the best part.”
“The Dark King has been dead for thousands of years. He can’t come back!”
“He will. I’ve seen it. Even Mila has seen it. And you haven’t even heard the best part.”
I shook my head. What more could she have to say? I didn’t want to know the rest. I wanted to go back to the Dark Realm and stop this from happening.
“You see, your child will become Lycaon’s heir and will carry on his legacy.”
“NO!” I cried.