There was no falling.
Not anymore.
One moment we were dropping through light and shattered stone.
The next—
we were standing.
On something solid.
Something that shouldn’t exist.
Rylan was still beside me.
His hand still locked around mine like a reflex he refused to release, even if the world itself had changed shape around us.
“Kell?” he called sharply.
No answer.
“Mara?”
Silence.
Only the faint echo of breathing around us—too many breaths, overlapping, layered, like the space itself was inhaling through invisible lungs.
I looked down.
There was ground.
But it wasn’t stone.
It wasn’t earth.
It was something translucent.
Like glass stretched over an impossible depth.
And beneath it—
light moved.
Slow.
Intentional.
Alive.
We weren’t underground.
We were inside some
