Chapter 66 - The Trial Of The Shadow

• Alina
• The red light pulses around us like a beating, feverish, irregular heart. It beats in unison with the mark on my palm, the living burn that never leaves me. The ground beneath my feet vibrates with an alien frequency, and my eardrums ring as if reality itself is trying to speak to me.
• The silhouette slowly emerges from the mist of the Faille. It has no gender, no fixed shape. Its contours change with each beat of my heart. It is not a being. It is an entity. A presence older than anything I know. A humanoid form, made of shifting shadows, black mist and sharp fangs. Its eyes are abysses. No pupils. No emotion. Just a hungry abyss.