(Solomon’s POV)
Darkness isn’t empty, It remembers.The Descent the moment we crossed the threshold, the world behind us vanished,
Not faded, not dimmed, but gone. The forest, the ridge, the sky, Swallowed whole.“What the hell—” Vincent stared at us turning sharply there was nothing behind us, no entrance, no exit, only endless stone walls i quietly the ground trembled beneath us, a deep violent pulse then the corridor split apart,
Not metaphorically, physically. Stone groaned as jagged cracks tore through the floor like fractures in glass.“Solomon!” Vincent barked. I reached for him too late.The gap widened violently, forcing us apart.
Half the pack was thrown back with Vincent The rest with me, with Mirabel
Then, just as suddenly, the chasm sealed shut, smooth, seamless, as if it had
