CHAPTER 157 THE STRUGGLE WITHIN

Dominic The world spun around me, a disorienting blur of sensations and memories. Gaius, an ancient sorcerer who had discovered a way to seize control of my very essence, was in control of my body as it lay before me. I hovered in the void, a mere spirit, a shadow of my former self, battling the oppressive presence that had taken root within my flesh. Each moment felt like an eternity; the struggle was relentless, and the stakes were unimaginably high. "Dominic, you can't win." Gaius's voice echoed within the confines of my mind, a sneering taunt that cut through my resolve. "This body is mine now. You are nothing but a ghost." A surge of anger and determination flared within me. I was not anything. I was Dominic, a werewolf of the proudest lineage, and this ancient parasite would not defeat me. I concentrated all my will, focusing on the bond that connected me to the world I was being torn from—a bond stronger than any spell or magic—my bond with Minerva. Minerva. Her name was a b