The sensation of falling was not a simple descent but a violent unraveling of reality. My body felt as though it were being pulled apart by invisible hooks, the air thick with the metallic scent of ozone and ancient, rotting magic. When I finally slammed into the cold, jagged surface beneath, the impact knocked the remaining breath from my lungs.
"Nyra? Selene? Seraphina?" My voice sounded foreign in this cavernous void, swallowed instantly by the oppressive silence.
I scrambled to my feet, my muscles screaming in protest. The darkness here was not merely the absence of light. It was a physical weight that pressed against my skin like heavy velvet. I held up my palm, forcing the Crimson Eye to ignite. A faint, flickering pulse of jagged red light radiated from my veins, illuminating a c
