The air shifted the moment they crossed the threshold.
Elena felt it in her bones—the weight of something unseen pressing against her chest, as if they had stepped into a world that did not want them there. The landscape before them was vast, stretching far beyond what their eyes could comprehend. The sky was dark, but not with night. It pulsed, rippling like ink on water, shifting between shades of deep indigo and blood-red.
The ground beneath them was neither stone nor soil but something in between—smooth, yet uneven, as if shaped by the whispers of the past.
Kael exhaled, his hand hovering over the hilt of his dagger. “I really hate it here.”
Serin scanned the horizon, his expression unreadable. “It’s not meant to be liked.”
Elena’s fingers curled into fists. “Then let’s not waste
