Chapter 468 Another Weird Dream

The room was a swirling haze of shadows and whispers, the air thick with tension. Claire stood in the center, her once-powerful stance shrinking under the weight of unseen eyes. The laughter started as a low rumble, growing louder, sharper, like shards of glass piercing her confidence. Her gaze darted around frantically, trying to locate the source of the laughter. Shapes blurred into a faceless crowd, their silhouettes looming taller, more menacing. Why do I feel so small? She wondered, panic clawing at her chest. She was Claire Peterson—she didn’t crumble, she didn’t break. But right now, she felt like a fragile porcelain doll, teetering on the edge of shattering. A voice, mocking and cold, rose above the laughter. "Look at her. Not so fearless now, are you?" More laughter, harsher this time. Claire’s heart pounded against her ribs. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her legs felt weak like they might give way beneath her. She clenched her fists, trying to summon the steel resolve