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