Cara didn't feel the slightest pain when everything suddenly turned dark, as if she had lost her sight in a matter of seconds. Even so, in the next second, she could feel her feet that had been floating in the air suddenly stepped on something solid.
"What is this? Am I supposed to be dead?"
Cara found herself already in a dimly lit place. Her feet stepped on a lump of clay that was perfectly compacted. It was all black, while on the right and left side, there were blazing black flames. Even though her current location was surrounded by huge flames, Cara actually felt warm and comfortable in that unfamiliar place.
She was walking curiously until she heard someone's voice calling her from behind.
"Cara?"
The voice came from Liberty who was sitting on a large black rock with a flat surface that seemed to function as a seat not far from Cara's back. Monica, her pet in the form of a large Maine coon cat, was sitting at her feet while looking at Cara without blinking.