Avery stood on the edge of the library's yawning void, the swirling blackness vibrating with a resonance she could feel in her bones. The discovery of Blackthorn's origins weighed heavily on her—a sanctuary created to steady realms, now teetering beneath the Architect's shadow.
Lucas' voice resonated from behind her, hesitant but firm. "Are you sure that's where you need to go? "The edge of existence is not exactly navigable."
She turned, her gaze hard. "I do not have any preferences. If there's even a chance he's still alive, I have to try."
Lucas crossed his arms, his normally confident manner fading. "We are discussing piercing a shroud that is intended to remain closed. "Avery, if you fall in there..." He did not end. The words hung in the air like a harsh truth.
