Elena and Liam felt weightless.
Elena could still feel Daemon's hands on her. The unnatural snap of her neck.
The sensation of everything fading.
And then—
She woke up.
A place without form. Without sound.
A void of infinite blackness.
Yet—they were not alone.
Two figures stood before them.
Neither man nor woman. Neither beast nor god.
Their forms shifted constantly, flickering between celestial radiance and something unknowable.
They watched Liam and Elena with unreadable eyes.
"They are beginning to see," one spoke, its voice like a thousand whispers layered together.
"But they still know so little," the other added, its tone heavier, like the weight of a collapsing star.
Liam felt his breath hitch.
This place…. It was beyond anything he could comprehend.
Elena clenched her fists, forcing herself to steady. "Where are we?"
