Hours before Liyana contacted her sisters.
In a place both filled and devoid of light, darkness crept.
Thick, suffocating, alive.
Shadowy smoke twisted and coiled like a living serpent, extending endlessly down a narrow path that seemed to exist outside of time.
There was no ground, no ceiling — only the pulse of an eternal void that breathed and whispered with the sound of distant screams.
Yet within that endless black, a single figure walked.
Step.
Each tap of her heel echoed like thunder.
And with every step she took, the darkness shuddered.
Sparks of chaotic crimson light burst from beneath her feet — arcs of energy that devoured the gloom itself, scorching the void into trembling ripples.
The surrounding shadows recoiled, the air thick with the scent of raw, destructive divinity.
Finally, she stopped.
Before her loomed a colossal wall of condensed shadow — dense, oily, almost liquid in its texture, shifting with the faces of the damned trapped within.
