Chapter Forty-Five

Ethan's world was a chaotic obscure of shadows and torment as he fell through the collapsing earth. He listened to the cries of Selene and Lena from afar off, but they were suffocated out by the thunder of the chasm that had opened underneath them. His intellect dashed, attempting to understand the sheer scale of what was happening.

They plunged into a void, the obscurity around them thick and impervious. His instincts shouted at him to brace up for effect, but the drop was so long, so profound, that he dreaded there could be no foot.

And after that with a bone-jarring crash, Ethan hit the ground. The breath was thumped out of him, and he lay still for a minute, battling to recapture his faculties. The torment was sharp and immediate, but he was alive.

“Ethan!” Selene's voice was a life saver within the obscurity. He constrained himself to move, to sit up, and come out indiscriminately until he found her hand. She pulled him up, and together they stunned to their feet.

“Lena?” Ethan