Tyler’s world was no longer his own. The ground beneath him had split, and his body was hurtling into an abyss that seemed to stretch into infinity. His breath hitched as he tried to shift, but the overwhelming force of the fall was too much. Every ounce of energy he had drained out of him as he plummeted deeper into the black void.
His heart raced, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The last image he had seen—Amara, glowing with an otherworldly light—haunted him. Was she being controlled? Was she lost to the darkness? He had to get to her, but it felt as though the universe itself was working against him.
The falling sensation was endless. No matter how much he willed himself to land, the space around him was infinite, empty, and suffocating. His body was bruised from the impac
