Shadows.

Not lifeless darkness, but living darkness. Breathing, moving, pulsating with ancient anger and magic.

I discovered that I was awake in the realm.

The atmosphere surrounding me was heavy, resembling a combination of tar and smoke. With every breath I took, the ground beneath my feet cracked, releasing a red glow that resembled the energy Rhys used to fight his way out of hell.

I hated this place.

This was the location Rhys resided at. Every time he wanted to break me, he ...