The climb took hours.Or maybe days.Time didn't exist in the Void Chasm.Arielle’s fingers were raw and bloody.But every time her skin tore on the sharp rocks, the black mist healed it.She didn't feel tired.She felt like a machine running on endless fuel.Finally, her hand grabbed a root covered in dirt.Real dirt.She pulled herself up over the edge.She rolled onto the grass and gasped.Fresh air filled her lungs.It smelled of pine needles and damp earth.It smelled like freedom.She lay there for a moment, staring at the sky.The moon was gone.The sun was beginning to rise, painting the horizon in pale pink.She had survived the night.Arielle sat up and looked at her hands.The claws retracted, turning back into normal fingernails.Her skin looked pale, almost translucent in the morning light.She checked her reflection in a nearby stream.Her left eye was still black.Pitch black."I can't go back to town," she whispered.Damian controlled the Silverclaw territory.If his g
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