A shiver crawled up Selena’s spine as she gripped Damian’s arms, her breath ragged. The air around them crackled like an approaching storm, thick with an energy that did not belong in this world.
Damian’s golden eyes searched hers, fierce and worried. “Selena,” he breathed, voice laced with both relief and fear. “You’re back.”
Her throat tightened. Back. The word should have brought comfort, but the weight pressing down on her chest told her otherwise. She wasn’t just back. She had brought something with her.
The earth beneath them trembled. A fissure slithered across the ground, dark mist curling from its depths. The shadows stretched unnaturally, shifting, writhing. Damian followed her gaze, his muscles tensing. “What the hell is that?”
Selena swallowed hard. “The abyss.”
A gust of
