The Edge of Oblivion
Ridge plummeted through the endless black void, silver energy blazing around him like a comet streaking across the night sky. The wind—or whatever passed for wind here—whipped at his fur, tearing at his senses, lashing at every nerve. Below him stretched the yawning maw of the abyss, a bottomless darkness that promised nothing but oblivion. Above him, the Curse Keeper loomed, tendrils coiling like serpents, eyes blazing with ancient malice.
“Aria!” he roared, his voice carrying across the void. His silver glow flared brighter, a beacon in the consuming darkness, but the distance between them seemed infinite. Aria’s glow flickered, wavering under the pull of the abyss, her screams raw with fear and defiance.
The Curse Keeper lunged with terrifying speed, tendrils rea
