Darkness stretched before Kara, vast and endless. It wasn’t like unconsciousness—it was something worse. A void, empty and consuming, where sound didn’t exist, and time had no meaning. She wasn’t floating. She wasn’t falling. She just… was.
Then the pain came.
A sharp, burning sensation tore through her side, spreading like wildfire through her veins. Poison. She could feel it sinking into her blood, eating away at her strength, dragging her deeper into the abyss.
Voices echoed somewhere beyond the darkness. Distant, frantic.
“Stay with me, Kara.”
The voice was deep, commanding, familiar. Damien.
Her mind clawed toward consciousness, but the weight of the poison held her down. She wanted to fight. She needed to fight.
Because she wasn’t dying here. Not like this.
Not while Luke was
