Scarlet
Time stood still.
One moment, I was standing there, locked in a tense exchange between Damien and Elijah, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The next, the world around me twisted, stretched, and then collapsed into absolute silence.
A rush of cold air wrapped around me, different from the chill of the night I had just been in. It wasn’t just the temperature—it was the very air itself, thick with something ancient, something older than time itself.
I blinked, and when my eyes opened, I was no longer standing on the dimly lit street.
I was somewhere else.
A vast open field stretched before me, endless and barren, under a sky that churned with restless clouds, neither day nor night. A strange golden light bathed the horizon, though no sun or moon hung in the sky. The air crackl
