The moment they stepped through the massive stone door, the world vanished.
There was no sensation of falling, no feeling of movement. One instant they were standing in the cold, dusty crypt of a ruined castle, and the next, they were floating in an endless, silent void.
The air, the ground, the very concepts of up and down, were gone. It was a place of absolute nothingness.
Rhys's hand was still holding Emma's. His grip was a firm, steady anchor in the disorienting emptiness.
He immediately held up his other hand, and a small, stable ball of his Voidheart Flame appeared.
Its black and silver light pushed back the oppressive darkness, illuminating the strange new reality they found themselves in.
They were floating in a vast, starless black space. Below them, stretching out into the infinite distance, was a bridge made of solidified, milky-white light.
