The transition was not a physical walk; it was a sensory shattering. One moment, Silas was standing in a world of gold plasma and violet lilies, breathing air that tasted of starlight and ancient pine. The next, he was standing on a surface of cold, black asphalt that vibrated with a low-frequency hum he had never felt before. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of burnt oil, ozone, and the overwhelming, claustrophobic smell of millions of unwashed human lives.He gasped, his lungs rejecting the artificial atmosphere. Beside him, Lyra fell to her knees, her obsidian blade clattering against the hard ground. Kaelen clutched his father’s leg, his white-and-black hair looking like a glitch against the backdrop of the city."Silas..." Lyra whispered, her sapphire eyes wide with a terror that surpassed anything the Sun-Eater had inflicted.They were in an alleyway, sandwiched between two towering structures of steel and glass that reached so high they seeme
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