Once inside the aether Bethany paused. It was cold there. Not the cold of water or ice. That didn't trouble her. This was a cold that slowly leeched away your mind, your spirit. If she stayed there for long there'd be nothing left of her. She had to hurry.
The pathway was a silvery line, very faint, like a cobweb in the moonlight. You had to look at certain angles to see it. Sometimes it disappeared completely. Sometimes it crossed other lines. It was difficult, but she could see the wood Cait had mentioned. A smudge of shimmering green. Hunger emanated from the monster living within it. An insatiable hunger. Bethany didn't need to be told not to go near. She'd lived her whole life, and her whole death, avoiding creatures like that. Monsters who wanted to hurt her and consume her.
Beyond
