Leah
The shadows carried us.
Not gently. Not the way the thick underworld air had cradled me during my time in Noxx's domain. This was violent. A churning river of darkness that tore through dimensions with the force of something that had been held back for too long, now rushing toward a destination it had been denied. My body, or whatever form I inhabited, was pulled through the current like a leaf caught in rapids. The only anchor was Noxx's arm around my waist, his grip steady, his presence the single point of stillness in a world gone sideways.
The darkness peeled away.
Light returned in fragments. First the light from the windows, then the gray of stone walls, then the sharp white of overhead fixtures that buzzed with electricity. The underworld fell behind us like a curtain being
