The sensation of falling gripped Amara, the cold winds of the abyss slicing against her skin like a thousand invisible blades. The core burned in her hands, its energy surging uncontrollably as if it were alive, writhing against her grasp. The endless void around her was not silent—it hummed with a low, ominous vibration, the sound growing louder with every passing second.
She tried to focus, to steady her breathing, but her body was caught in a tumult of disorientation. The threads of light she had glimpsed before—the nexus—danced chaotically around her, severing and reconnecting in unpredictable patterns.
And then, just as suddenly as the fall had begun, she stopped. Not abruptly, but as though an invisible hand had caught her mid-air. Her feet touched a solid surface, though it shimme
