Eve's POV:
The liquid was thick and warm, like honey mixed with something bitter. As I swallowed, the warmth spread through my chest, sending a strange sensation through my limbs.
"Focus on the dreamscape," Salem instructed. "Picture a wall—your wall—stronger than anything Lucius can break through. It doesn't have to be perfect, but you have to believe it'll keep him out."
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to visualize it: a towering, unbreakable wall, shimmering with a soft silver glow. A wall that would block out anything or anyone trying to get inside my mind. The image felt weak at first, wavering like a mirage, but I kept pushing.
The potion seemed to work its way through my veins, and I felt a strange sense of clarity wash over me. It wasn't like I was completely at peace, but I could feel a pulse of power stirring within me. The magic was there, waiting for me to command it.
I took a deep breath, trying to hold onto the image of the wall.
