Ardenti
I was thrown violently through time and space. I had no body to feel discomfort and yet my soul felt an interminable pressure. I could have been in this empty void for years or moments. In the space between the realms, time meant nothing. Eventually, the void spit me out in the bowels of hell. I landed outside the royal palace.
I wondered if Melisande’s aim was simply not that good or if my father had thought to ward against this type of magic. I looked down at myself. My soul had coalesced into a shape very similar to my real body. I feared I may be visible like the other souls in this realm were, but the guards that stood at the doors of the palace looked straight through me.
I looked out over the hellscape in the distance. This place had been my home for so lo
