Chapter Eighty

Clara's shout reverberated through the obscurity as she and Ethan plunged into the abyss underneath. The ground disintegrated underneath them, and the cold, shadowy abyss gulped them entirely. Her hold fixed around Ethan's limp body, denying to let go, as the world around them broke up into chaos.

The plunge appeared perpetual. They were falling through a tunnel of darkness, with the dividers surging past them quickly to see. Clara felt the air developing colder, the weight expanding as they sank more profoundly into the abyss. It was as though they were being pulled into the very heart of the abyss itself, where no light could ever reach.

At long last, after what felt like forever, they hit strong ground. The effect was jostling, thumping the wind out of Clara and sending her rolling over the unpleasant, uneven surface. She wheezed for breath, her chest hurling as she battled to get her bearings.

Ethan lay close to her, still oblivious. His face was pale, and the faint shine that had