The grip was like ice, cold and unyielding. It clasped around Amara’s wrist with terrifying strength, pulling her deeper into the black void that had swallowed everything around her. For a brief moment, the world was a blur of darkness and pain, an overwhelming sensation of falling, tumbling through an endless chasm. Her mind screamed for clarity, but all she could do was grasp at the nothingness, trying to orient herself.
The figure loomed above her, its form shadowed but undeniable in its power. It was not the entity that had once tormented her, nor the radiant being who had offered her a way out. No, this was something else—a presence that felt older, more ancient, and far more dangerous.
Amara's pulse raced. She tried to pull away, but the grip tightened, dragging her further into it
