Pain wasn’t new to Selina.
She had felt it in the sting of rejection. In the sharp slice of exile. In the cold silence of nights spent wondering if she would ever matter.
But this pain—this fire that tore through her limbs and rattled her bones—this was different.
This was soul-deep agony.
She hit the cursed ground of the Veil with a sickening c***k, the air knocked from her lungs. The landscape trembled under her weight—ashen trees, warped stone, and rivers of black fire stretched around her like a nightmare come to life. A twisted echo of the world Zane had once known… now corrupted by the curse.
“Selina!”
His voice broke through the haze. She turned her head, vision blurring.
Zane was shackled to an obsidian pillar in the center of the Veil, the cursed chains glowing red-hot. His
