The light did not fade; it swallowed. Virelle did not feel the floor beneath her feet when the surge peaked. She did not feel Theron’s grip or Kaeldryn’s hands, though she knew they were there. For a single suspended moment, everything that made the academy real—stone, breath, sound—fractured and dissolved into blinding silver, then the world went silent. Virelle stood alone.The ground beneath her was not ground. It looked like stone, black and smooth, but it reflected nothing. When she stepped, there was no echo. No resistance. Just the suggestion of movement, like walking through a memory of a place rather than the place itself. The air was cold, but not empty. It carried something heavy and ancient, something that pressed against her senses without touching her skin.She turned slowly; there was no academy, no chamber, no walls. Only darkness stretching
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