The fall felt endless, a tumbling descent through layers of reality that peeled away like old paint. Selena's stomach lurched as dimensions folded and twisted around them, each transition marked by a nauseating shift in the fundamental laws that governed existence. One moment they were plummeting through the crystalline debris of the shattered Hollow, the next they were suspended in a void where color had no meaning and time moved in stuttering loops.
Dante's arms remained locked around her throughout the chaos, his supernatural nature providing some stability as they careened between worlds. His form flickered and wavered, sometimes solid flesh and bone, other times little more than shadow and intention. She could feel his struggle to maintain coherence as the dimensional barriers scraped against his essence like cosmic sandpaper.
"Almost through," he managed to say, his voice distorted by the reality storm surrounding them. "I can sense—"
