Callie’s POV
The transition from the mortal realm to Hell’s capital wasn’t just a change in scenery. It was a violent, full-body collision.
One second, we were driving through the freezing, rain-swept streets of Northwitch, my body completely unspooled and trembling from the relentless, filthy way Greyson had just pushed me to the edge. The next, the heavy armored SUV plunged through the dimensional Rift, and the entire world simply stopped making sense.
The air inside the cabin instantly turned into something thick, suffocating, and impossibly heavy.
It was the Miasma. The raw, toxic, ambient magic of Veridia City.
The moment I took my first breath on the Hell Plane, my body revolted. It felt like I had inhaled liquid fire. The ancient magic slammed straight into my Conduit core, and
