Chapter 133: Her Nightmare, Her Punishment

Ophelia was struggling to cope with her relentless nightmares. The battlefield had been her sanctuary, a place where blood, shattered bodies, anguished cries, and the mingling stench of sweat and blood defined her reality. In such an environment, death held a certain honor, a respect that came with the territory of war. But now, she found herself in a disorienting and frigid landscape, far removed from the chaos of battle. She awoke with a start, her bare feet numb from the biting cold of the snow that surrounded her. As she opened her eyes, the realization hit her: this was merely the beginning of another nightmare. Her gaze swept over the scene—a vast expanse of snow stretching endlessly in all directions. There was no sign of civilization or warmth, just an unbroken, frozen wilderness. "Where am I?" Ophelia's voice trembled as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to fend off the icy chill that seemed to seep into her bones. A sudden, eerie crack beneath her feet mad