[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ABYSSAL FRAGMENT - DEMONIC TERRITORY]
The air in the Demonic Abyss did not breathe; it suffocated. It was thick with the scent of crushed spices, ozone, and a metallic tang that tasted like raw power.
Pinned beneath the massive, overwhelming weight of the Sovereign of Shadows, Elara couldn't draw a full breath. Aldren's hands, scorching like furnace iron, held her wrists above her head against the jagged, dark stone. He wasn't hurting her—even lost in the feral surge of his own realm's magic, he possessed terrifying, absolute control over his strength—but he was an immovable mountain of muscle and shadow.
"Aldren," Elara whispered, the sound barely escaping the rapid flutter of her pulse.
