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The waves didn't move. The moon never changed. And the stars—if you could call those unmoving, lifeless dots in the sky stars—were nothing but frozen memories.
This was the Hollow Sea.
Elias stood at the bow of the obsidian ship that cut across the ocean like a black arrow. There was no wind. No current. No noise except the soft creaking of the soulwood beneath his boots. His white cloak billowed in silence, even though there was no breeze.
Behind him, Kael leaned over the railing. "Feels like if I scream, my voice would never come back."
"You're not wrong," Elias said. "This place eats time."
"Then we should hurry," Myra added, appearing beside him. She hadn't slept since they left the Mirror Grave. The Sovereign mark on her shoulder hadn't stopped pulsing since they stepped into the Hollow Sea. "The tether is close. I can feel it."
