Eve’s POV

I was running before I knew what I was running from.

The ground beneath my feet burned, no, glowed me, etched with symbols that flared brighter with every step I took, as though the earth itself resented my weight. Silver light bled through the cracks between them, crawling upward like living veins. I tried to slow down, to understand where I was, but the air tore through my lungs too sharply, tasting of storms and old blood.

Behind me, something breathed, I turned and the world ...