I woke up from the vision screaming.
Not a small gasp or a startled jolt. A full, throat-burning scream that brought Azryth upright instantly, power manifesting around him like he was preparing for attack.
"What? What is it?" His hands were on my shoulders, eyes wild. "Are we under attack? Is it the poison…"
"Vision," I managed, my voice hoarse. "I saw... I saw..."
The images were still burning behind my eyes, two futures, both crystal clear, both absolutely real.
In the first, I stood in a chamber I'd never seen before. Azryth was in front of me, contained within a circle of binding magic, he was reaching for me, saying something I couldn't hear through the magical barrier.
And I was crying, sobbing. As I activated the seal that would lock him away forever.
"I'm sorry," I heard myself say in that future. "I'm so sorry. It's the only way."
The gates sealed, reality stabilized, the realms stayed separate.
