C95 THE BIRTH OF THE THIRD LIGHT

There was no up.

No down.

No sense of where her body ended and the universe began.

Elara fell— Or was she rising?

The vortex drew her through layers of shimmering cosmic light, each one pulsating like the murmur of a thousand distant stars. Colors she had never seen before danced around her—white, violet, and a strange molten gold threaded with black.

Not Damon’s flame