Chapter 271

Elodie's POV

The violet light wasn't just a color; it was a weight. It felt like standing at the bottom of a very deep, very cold ocean while someone slowly drained the air out of my lungs.

Every time the floor of the glass cylinder pulsed, I felt a tugging sensation in the center of my chest, right where the Anchor's spark lived.

It was a rhythmic, agonizing hollow out—thump-pull, thump-pull.