Tyla’s POV
The world didn’t explode outward this time.
It imploded.
Every particle of light collapsed into a single point — a crushing, inverted eruption that dragged the air out of my lungs and folded the realm inward like paper.
The force slammed into me.
I felt my ribs bend.
My vision blackened at the edges.
My bones liquefied into pressure.
I couldn’t scream.
I couldn’t breathe.
I—
Then the pressure stopped.
Not eased.
Stopped.
Like someone had pressed pause on reality.
I hovered in absolute stillness, neither falling nor standing, suspended in a void of pure white. No ground. No sky. No horizon. Just light so soft it felt like breathing snow.
My body floated like it weighed nothing.
A voice broke the silence.
Not the white-haired woman.
Not the wolf.
A third voice
