C123 THE ABYSS THAT KNOWS YOUR REAL NAME

Elara expected the fall to be harsh.

Expected the flames to claw her skin, expected the blackness to crush her lungs.

But the minute she leapt— She didn’t fall.

She floated.

Suspended in a gap where time itself seemed to hold its breath.

Black flames spun around her in slow, entrancing circles, whispering in languages older than gods