Adolfa POV
Adolfa's body floated weightless in the darkness.
She didn't know where she was—only that the pain had left her, and in its place, silence.
Then came the rumble.
Heavy footsteps.
Deep, guttural snarls.
Her lashes fluttered weakly. A light pierced the darkness, too blinding for her to fully open her eyes. But she could feel it—the cold, gnarly fingers curling around her ankles.
Something—or someone—was dragging her.
She was unconscious, yet her soul stirred.
The creatures that held her weren't human. Their claws scraped stone, their breath reeked of sulfur and rot. They were massive—beasts of the Underrealm, formed from shadows and spirit, towering as tall as castles.
"She is not one of ours," one hissed.
"But her blood sings of ancient sins," a
