Darkness swallowed them.
The world twisted around Lucifer and Luna, shadows coiling in silent spirals as their bodies dissolved into black mist. For a moment, there was nothing. No light. No sound. Only a quiet, endless void pressing into their skin like cold iron.
Then—reality snapped back.
They crashed down onto hard stone. Lucifer landed first, his feet slamming into the cracked ground with a quiet, bone-deep thud. The impact rippled outward in faint arcs of black mist. Luna collapsed against him, her knees scraping against rough stone as she gasped for breath, clutching his coat with trembling fingers.
She coughed faintly, dust filling her mouth as she looked up. The world around them was pitch black, lit only by flickering torches mounted along towering walls of carved obsidian. Heavy stone pillars stretched up into unseen darkness, each one engraved with runes that pulsed faint crimson in the dim gloom.
"Where… where are we…?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
