The words sent ice through Jude's veins. He glanced at the others, seeing the same realization dawning on their faces.
They had escaped one threat, only to find themselves in the heart of another.
And there was no turning back.
The silence felt unnatural, pressing against Jude's ears like a tangible weight. The stars above were unfamiliar, distant, cold, and arranged in constellations that held no meaning. The sea beneath them wasn't truly water anymore, though it moved like it. A deep, inky black stretched as far as the eye could see, smooth as glass except for the faint ripples trailing behind their ship. The air was thick, humming with an unseen energy that made Jude's skin crawl. Everything felt… wrong.
Mira exhaled shakily, gripping the railing as she surveyed their surroundings. "Where the hell are we?"
