The darkness pressed down like a living thing, thick and suffocating, grinding against their skin until even the air felt too heavy to breathe. Somewhere within the black void came a crackling sound, splitting like lightning behind the ears. It was layered over a low, endless groan that vibrated through their bones.
Mozrael's skin shivered. Scales flickered across her flesh, appearing, vanishing, as if her body itself couldn't decide what to do. A cold dread crawled through her, deep enough to make her tremble.
Lynnor fared no better. Her body was still broken from Agaboz's overwhelming gaze, and here in the real world, the weakness bound her like chains. She lay frozen, eyes open but lifeless, unable to even twitch a finger.
She remembered clearly.
Aramith was there and not there. Mozrael was there and not there. She saw Mozrael's form fade into existence, then flicker.Nothing in this place held steady.
