SELENA’S POV

If there was one thing I had learned about being stuck in a literal hellscape, it was that time stops mattering. The void wasn’t just a place; it was a prison, a suffocating bubble of nothingness that pressed in on me from all sides.

“Elara!” I screamed again, pounding my fists against the invisible barrier. My voice came out raw, hoarse from hours—days? Weeks?—of yelling. “When I get out of here, I’m going to—”

“Oh, honey,” Elara’s voice cooed smoothly ...