Luna’s breathing was ragged, each inhale tight with frustration, each exhale laced with barely restrained fury. The darkness around her was absolute, an abyssal void pressing against her senses. No doors, no ceiling—just an expanse of blackness stretching endlessly, broken only by the faint, pulsing shimmer of the barrier in this prison that held her captive.
She had lost count of how long she had been here. Time did not flow normally in this place. It twisted and curled like a wounded beast, keeping her suspended between moments, lost in an endless now.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. The barrier was unlike anything she had encountered before—woven with spells so ancient they felt like echoes of a language long forgotten, laced with dark energy that repelled every attempt she made to shatter it.
But she was done with restraint.