"Chapter thirty," I whispered, though my voice didn't sound like it was coming from my mouth. It felt like it was echoing from the walls of a room that hadn't been built yet.
The white void was blinding. It wasn't like the darkness of the Void-Wastes or the emerald saturation of the World Tree. It was just... empty. There was no floor, no ceiling, and no horizon. I was floating, but my feet felt like they were resting on something solid, yet invisible.
"Ren? Ren, where are you? I can't see my own hands!" Tybalt's voice drifted through the white, sounding high-pitched and frantic. "I don't like this! It's like being inside a giant bag of flour, but without the nice smell!"
"I'm right here, Ty," I said, reaching out blindly. My hand brushed against something rough—Kaelen's leather coat.
"I've got him," Kaelen's deep rumble came from my left. "And I've got the kid. Lysandra, Red, you there?"
