As the wolf approaches the throne of swords, she becomes aware of the shadows around her.
Her dark eyes scan for a way out, but the shadows push her forward, giving her no time to find an escape.
Blood flows over the floor, pooling up from the cracks, rising higher and higher until it gets hard to move.
It is a battle to stay afloat, pushing forward still in the thick red liquid.
It is only when she reaches the throne that she realizes this...
The one she thought should sit there, never sat there at all.