Lyla didn’t hit the ground.

There was no ground to hit.

She was falling through nothing, through a void that wasn’t air, wasn’t darkness, wasn’t anything.

The battle had disappeared.

The whispers had vanished.

Only one thing remained.

Her mother’s voice, cold and merciless, ringing in her mind

"You are not supposed to be here."

Lyla clenched her teeth, twisting midair, fighting the sensation of weightlessness.

She had fallen before.

Had been dragged into ...