The world fractured around them.
Lyra’s scream tore from her throat as the ground vanished beneath her, her fire flaring instinctively, but the abyss swallowed the light whole. Shadows rose like black water, dragging her down, cold and endless. She reached out blindly, panic crushing her chest.
“Lucien!”
Her hand caught something solid—rough fingers locking around hers. Lucien’s grip was unyielding, anchoring her as the darkness churned around them.
“I’ve got you!” he shouted, voice raw from the roar of collapsing stone.
Through the blur, Kael’s golden eyes flashed, his body twisting mid-fall as he launched himself toward her. Ronan’s wolf form spiraled beside them, claws gouging at the air, his silver eyes glowing faintly even as the shadows pressed against his fur. Darius, reckless
