Matilda POV

I could not feel anything when I woke up, no solid materials, just… clouds and light.

Pale, endless, rippling like water under glass.

The air shimmered silver, yet every breath burned cold. When I looked down, the world below was a mirror, and inside it I saw fragments of everything we’d broken: the ruins, the altar, the Blood Moon bleeding across stone.

“Where… where am I?”

Between, a voice whispered.

I spun. The space rippled, and two figures took shape a few steps ...