Darkness collapsed into light.
Then the light collapsed into flame.
Cambria screamed but the sound was swallowed by the roaring firestorm enveloping her. Time fractured. Space folded. One moment, she was locked in Knox's searing grasp; the next, she was falling through a sky that wasn't a sky at all, just a prism of memories, a spiral of voices she didn't recognize, yet somehow remembered.
She hit the ground with a force that cracked reality.
A golden ring of light exploded outward from the impact site. Cambria gasped, arching against the cold stone beneath her. But it wasn't the Watchtower. It wasn't even the world she'd just fought to defend.
She was somewhere else.
Somewhere ancient.
She sat up slowly, her heart racing. All around her stretched a vast plane of obsidian and glass, jagged and endless, glowing with veins of molten red and gold. Above her, a sky of stormfire churned clouds of lightning threaded through with flame like the heavens themselves had been set ablaze.
