Darkness held Aurelia like a second skin.
Not the suffocating, crushing dark of the Voidborne’s illusions…
But the ancient, heavy silence of a realm untouched by life for millennia.
Her body lay on a cold stone.
Her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird.
Her skin hummed with unstable power, every breath rippling the shadows around her.
For a moment, she didn’t know if she was alive.
Then she exhaled
and the darkness answered.
A low, rumbling breath, not hers… not anything mortal… rolled through the abyss. The walls trembled with it, like something massive was shifting just beyond the reach of her senses.
Aurelia’s heart thudded painfully.
“Kane…” she whispered hoarsely.
Her voice cracked.
The last thing she remembered was his hand reaching for hers. His fire. His fear. His love.
