Victor's fists shook.
"I KNOW THIS ISN'T REAL!" he roared into the air.
But the illusion didn't care.
It twisted again.
Now, he stood outside his home.
Smoke billowed in the distance. Sirens blared loudly and the scent of blood wafted across the air.
He kicked open the door and sprinted inside.
His mother lay on the couch with her belly swollen with his unborn sister.
She wasn't breathing.
"No..."
He rushed to her side.
A Drakenar claw had torn through her chest.
A low, whispering voice hissed around him.
"You were too slow again."
Victor gritted his teeth.
"This isn't real. This isn't real."
The voice continued. "Too weak to stop your father's death. Too late to protect your mother. And your sister... never born. Never even had a name."
"No..."
"You're a failure, Victor."
He clutched his head and fell to his knees.
"You couldn't even keep your friends safe."
New visions appeared.
