KAIA

The sensation is like plunging into ice-cold water, except I can still breathe. Everything goes dark for a heartbeat, then—

Light explodes around us, so bright I have to squeeze my eyes shut. When I open them again, the monastery is gone.

We're standing in a massive stone corridor. Gothic arches soar overhead, carved with intricate patterns that seem to move when I'm not looking directly at them. Torches burn in iron sconces along the walls, but the flames cast no smoke. The light they ...