C137 ELARA'S NAME REMEMBERED IN THE VILLAGE
The Abyss spat Elara out.
Not lightly.
Not graciously.
But violently—like a wounded beast rejecting a threat.
Elara slammed onto wet, uneven ground, her breath knocked from her chest. Her palms hit rough soil, her lungs scorched, and her eyesight blurred from the rapid change between god-darkness and—
Light.
Sunlight.
Real sunlight.
Elara blinked hard
