~Sarah’s POV~
The iridescent fog Chelsea had created was a masterpiece of mercury and light. To anyone else, it was a blinding, shimmering wall of static, but to a Ghost Walker, it was a playground.The mist felt like cool silk against my skin as I slipped into the shadow realm. Out here, the world was a grayscale blur, but Chelsea's light had a way of bleeding through the dimensions. Every water droplet in the air was humming with Lucian's heartbeat, creating a rhythmic, shimmering pulse that masked my own movements. "Targets acquired," I projected into the pack link.Malakor was screaming orders just fifty feet away, but his voice sounded muffled, as if he were underwater.
He was surrounded by his Harvester Elites twelve of them, back to back, their obsidian blades glowing with a sickly
