The darkness surged forward, swallowing everything in its path. Selena barely had time to react before it crashed over her like a tidal wave, thick and suffocating. It coiled around her limbs, tightening like iron shackles, dragging her downward. She struggled, thrashing wildly, but the abyss did not relent.
A voice echoed through the void, the same voice that had whispered to her before.
“You are ready.”
Selena gritted her teeth. Ready for what?
The silver-eyed entity loomed over her, its presence vast and unyielding. It was neither friend nor foe, merely a force that had existed long before she had drawn breath. Yet, there was something terrifyingly familiar in the way it watched her—like it had been waiting.
Veyron stood beside it, unshaken, his golden eyes gleaming with interest.
