COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
Julian grabbed her arm.
The ground vanished beneath their feet. The temple pulled everything into a swirling hole, leaving them stranded on a lonely scrap of rock, floating in a sea of white.
“We have to jump!” Maya shouted.
“To what?” Bianca’s voice cracked. “There’s nothing down there!”
“There’s us!” Maya squeezed Julian’s hand. “Trust me. Trust the story!”
So they jumped.
But they didn’t fall. They floated, weightless.
They landed—if you could call it landing—in the White Room. It wasn’t a room, not really. Just endless white light, stretching everywhere. Floating shelves circled them, crowded with glowing crystals. Each one shimmered with a life inside.