Chapter SevenJAS DIDN’T KNOW HOW long she’d been floating in the Void. Time didn’t seem to exist. She’d always been there, and she’d never been there. She could no longer hear the beings. Only a trace of their warning remained in her mind. What had they been referring to? She couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter anyway.
A moment or a millennium later, she became aware of more entities. Had the original beings returned? Maybe they would tell her their message again.
But these things were not the same. A wave of unease coursed through her. They didn’t embody the bliss of the Void. They were its opposite values—negativity, confinement, emptiness. Jas tried to move away from the things, but the dimensionless place offered no escape. Tendrils of fear wriggled into her, invading her joyful blis
