"Silas!" I called out.
My voice didn't travel through the air; it traveled through my mind.
"I'm here, Elara. Don't let go."
"Where are we?" I whispered, my eyes scanning the darkness.
Far off in the distance, I could see things that looked like giant, glowing jellyfish, their long tentacles trailing through the void like ribbons of electricity. Above us—if you could even call it 'above'—the violet moon we had just left looked like a tiny, fading marble.
"This is the Between," Silas explained. His voice was a low vibration that hummed in my chest. "It’s the space the Gods forgot to finish. Nothing is real here unless we make it real."
As he spoke, the darkness around us began to shift. It reacted to his words, forming solid shapes. A floor of dark obsidian appeared beneath our feet.
