At first, they felt it – this whirring sound – as if the room was a machine coming to life. It swirled, shards of glass spinning in what used to be the antique shop. Was it ever a shop? That in itself was a question that Serafina Todd and Dragomir Kulic would not be able to answer at that very moment.
They were too busy shielding their faces from the splinters of glass coming their way. It felt like forever, but the movements died down. Instead of finding themselves slammed against a wall or thrust down on the ground, they simply stayed there. Floating.
Or were they?
The two glanced down to see that they were standing on glass. Beyond the glass surface, they could easily see fire. It was spread out. It was not like a little contained fire. Instead, like the ocean, it spread to spaces t
