Book 2: Chapter 66

Unknown POV

The sound of arguing brings me to my senses. I don't know how long I have been in the void between this world of the living and the realm of the dead, but it feels like an eternity. I stretch my arms lazily to my sides and yawn loudly.

The dark tendrils of the void lap at my skin. They are like slimy tentacles determined to suck what is left of my mortality from my fading body. They tease me with their hushed voices.

"Do you think we should tell her?" The tendrils laugh.

"Tell me what," I groan. I am growing tired of the constant bickering of the tendrils.

"There is an opening," a tendril hisses. "An opening between this realm and the living."

My eyes fly open, and I sit up. I pace the cabin floor that mirrors one in the earthly domain. I try to understand what the tendrils mean.

Reaching out with my magic, I look for any holes that might lead me back to the world, but after spending decades in the void, my magic is not what it used to be. I lower my