Falling did not feel like falling.
It felt like being unmade
Light and shadow twisted around Elara and Draven as the chasm swallowed them whole, reality bending until direction lost meaning. The roar of the collapsing boundary faded into a deep, echoing silence, broken only by Elara’s frantic breathing and the steady thud of Draven’s heartbeat against her ear.
“Draven” she gasped.
“I’ve got you,” he said tightly, arms locked around her as if letting go would erase her entirely. “Don’t look. Just hold on.”
Too late.
The space around them folded inward, colors draining until only ash-gray and black remained. Symbols drifted past like embers, ancient runes unraveling as they fell, dissolving before they could be understood. Elara felt the seed within her react violently not in panic, bu
