Chloe’s p.o.v.
Darkness wrapped around me like a second skin, thick and suffocating.
My whole being felt numb as I couldn’t move or speak. I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing.
However, I could hear chants, Low, rough, and crawling into my mind like slithering serpents. Words I didn’t understand but somehow knew were meant to break me.
‘Wake up.’ I heard someone say in my head, that the voice wasn’t mine. It came from somewhere else—whispering and at the same time laced with urgency.
I tried to grasp onto it, but the darkness was pulling me deeper, forcing me down into the dark abyss.
“She takes it too well,” Maeral’s voice coiled around me, smug and satisfied. “Much better than the others. This is natural, really.”
‘Others? What others?’ I pondered but the words felt distant, muf
