(... continued)
Kieran rushed forward looking at the panic in Autumn's eyes. "What happened to Freya?" He looked from mother to daughter and back… but there was no answer.
The moment Kieran's fingers brushed against Freya's glowing hand, the world around him broke apart.
No sound. No air. No gravity.
Just light…blinding, raw, violent.
He didn't even have time to call her name. The force sucked him inward, ripping through every nerve, every thought, every barrier he had ever built around his mind.
And then…the fall began.
He plummeted through what looked like a storm of memories that weren't his own. Shards of images cut through the dark…temples in ruins, flames licking the sky, the echo of cries and laughter mixed into one impossible symphony.
He reached out…his hand passed through them like smoke.
Babies laughing on a field of lilies.
A woman in white watching from the shadows.
A war that split the heavens open.
