The abyss swallowed her whole.
Lyra’s scream tore through the dark as she plummeted, her storm lashing violently around her. Sparks crackled from her fingertips, tearing ragged lines of light through the void. The world was gone—no forest, no altar, no Kael’s furious roar or Darius’s steady voice. Only shadows and her own heartbeat, frantic and uneven.
She thought she’d never land.
And then she did.
The impact ripped the breath from her chest. She lay sprawled on jagged stone, her palms burning, her body trembling with pain. For a moment, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The silence pressed in, thicker than before, and the only thing she felt was the storm snarling beneath her skin, restless and ravenous.
A faint sound cut through the stillness. A voice.
“Little storm…”
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