[Previously]
When David had extended the Nightveil Embrace to envelop his companions, the experience had been as disorienting as it was fascinating. One moment they stood in Veylith's transformed tavern, the next they were pulled into a realm that existed in the spaces between shadows and substance.
Luna had merged seamlessly with David's own shadow, her golden eyes the last thing visible before she became one with the living darkness that clung to his form. Vespera had simply dissolved, her ethereal essence flowing into David's body like mist drawn into a vessel, seeking the quiet rest that her recent exertions demanded.
But Elara and Vivian found themselves standing in something far stranger.
