One moment, I was pinned against the wall.
The next—
I was being dragged into the unknown, carried by something—someone—moving too fast.
Faster than a motorcycle.
Faster than my screams could escape my throat.
The wind whipped past me, burning my skin, suffocating me with the sheer speed of it all. My lungs strained for air, my vision blurred, and my brain—my fragile, human brain—couldn't keep up.
This wasn't real.
This wasn't possible.
But it was happening.
My body slammed against the cold, stone floor before I even realized we'd stopped.
Pain shot up my side. My palms scraped against the rough surface as I scrambled backward, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
I was in a room—no, not just a room.
A tower.
Dark. Ancient.
The air was thick, heavy, suffocating, carrying the scent of dust, stone, and something metallic—something I didn't want to name.
