Inside the floating shadow sphere, there was no light at all.
For any human, it would have been absolute nothingness an endless, suffocating dark where sight itself ceased to exist. But neither of the two trapped inside were human anymore. For Razeal and Merisa, the darkness was irrelevant. Their vampiric senses pierced through it effortlessly, outlining each other with painful clarity, every expression, every tremor, every tear impossible to hide.
Merisa didn't react to the sudden isolation. She didn't question the shadow cocoon, didn't resist, didn't even look around. Her entire attention was fixed on Razeal. On his face. On the way his jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. On the way his shoulders were tense, his fists trembling at his sides, as if he were holding himself together by sheer force alone.
