Darkness swallowed Rhea whole.
It wasn’t an empty void. It was heavy, alive, and suffocating—pressing into her ears, her mouth, and her bones. She tried to scream, but there was no voice left, no throat to form the sound. She was no longer flesh.
Then. like an eye opening in the dark, the world took shape around her.
A forest appeared.
It wasn't the woods surrounding her camp. This forest was ancient and wild. Trees loomed impossibly tall, their thick canopies blotting out the sky, while pale moonlight bathed the mossy ground in a cold, blue glow. Massive wolves prowled between the roots, moving in silence, their eyes shining with a strange intelligence.
They were waiting.
At the center of the grove stood a massive stone circle. It was built like the broken shrine Rhea had touched i
