Amara’s world spun as she fell. The air whipped around her, cold and relentless, biting at her skin. The ground below seemed a distant memory, a vanishing point swallowed by the vast chasm that stretched endlessly in every direction. She tried to scream, but the sound was stolen by the wind, and soon, even her own thoughts felt distant, muffled by the overwhelming pressure.
It had all happened too quickly. One moment, she had been standing firm, feeling the shard’s pulse within her hand, ready to fight, and the next, the rift had opened beneath her, sending her spiraling into the unknown.
And now, as she plummeted into the abyss, all she could hear was the rushing sound of her descent and the mocking laughter of the creature above. The light from the shard had faded, leaving her with onl
