The darkness howls, twisting into a violent storm. The ground shakes, fractures, as a jagged tear splits open beneath us.
And the spirit…
It doesn't retreat.
It lunges.
Claws outstretched, it grabs my arm again, its grip like ice burning straight through my skin.
Its voice is no longer mocking. No longer slow and patient.
It's furious.
"You don't belong here!"
The ground beneath my feet gives way.
I fall.
I see Nova's silhouette in the distance, reaching for me, I think she is calling my name..
But the spirit is still there, still dragging me down, its clawed grip unrelenting.
I'm falling.
The spirit's grip burns like liquid nitrogen against my skin, but that's not what terrifies me. It's the void below; endless, hungry, waiting to swallow me whole.
Then I see her.
