Astraea's POV
I was still stuck in Nyxhaven.
The realization hit me again, and I hated it more with every passing minute. I had really thought the portal would take me to Therion, or at least somewhere close to him, not dump me in this pit of nightmares. I had tried to stay calm when I first landed here, but that calm had disappeared the moment I saw the Gravemaw sleeping beyond that door.
The fact that thing was still alive was making my skin crawl. It was supposed to be extinct, and everyone knew that. The drawings in the archives were old, fading, and ancient—nothing more than history lessons about creatures that once existed—but I saw it with my own eyes, breathing, alive, and very real.
