The darkness that had erupted swallowed them whole, curling in from every side as if it wanted to crush them.
Their bodies vanished into the void, and so did Malgareth.
In a blink, everything turned still—silent, endless, empty.
Then, something shifted.
They now stood somewhere else.
A realm drowned in shadow.
No land beneath their feet, no sky, just darkness stretching all around.
And above them, suspended in that false sky, was a massive, writhing eye—watching.
It blinked slowly, almost breathing, its gaze pressing down on them like a weight.
Venedix stepped forward, her boots not making a sound, her crimson blades still drawn and humming faintly.
Her expression didn't change.
Cold eyes stared at the massive eye above.
"This eidra," she said flatly.
"It's the one the old fools in the scholar circles are studying. Prime eidra has no effect."
She flicked her blade to the side, casting a sharp crackle of energy that quickly faded into the dark.
