The transition was seamless, like stepping from one nightmare into another. One moment I was suspended above the battlefield by that impossible crimson thread, my body broken and my consciousness fading, and the next I found myself standing in a space that defied normal understanding.
Alyssara Velcroix's realm stretched around me—a dimension she had shaped according to her will. The ground beneath my feet felt solid enough, made of what looked like crystallized starlight that pulsed with an alien rhythm. The sky remained deep purple twilight, while crimson threads wove through the air like veins of power.
And there she stood, perhaps ten feet away. Those jade-green eyes held Emma's memories, but they burned with an intensity that made my skin crawl. Her pink hair cascaded with perfection that had never existed naturally, her features carrying Emma's beauty but refined beyond human limitation.
