Luna emerged from the cocoon to a scenery of jaded crystals spreading like toppled columns across an endless wasteland. The cloudless sky rained pale light that was hard to look at on her supple skin, making her squint against the unnatural radiance.
She lowered her gaze to her arms, then caught her reflection in a nearby crystal. She hadn't changed—failed to evolve despite Mimir's potent potion. Instead, she found herself in this mysterious place that felt so wrong. Was it part of the evolutionary process? No, it was something else. She could feel it in her bones—the mounting wave of dread that made her shudder breathlessly.
But fear wouldn't help her. She had to understand where she was first, then find a way back to Adam's side.
