The tremor began in a place beyond place, in the foundations beneath the void where Selena and Dante sat upon their impossible throne. It was subtle at first—a vibration so faint it might have been imagination, a disturbance in the fabric of unreality that suggested something fundamental was shifting.
Selena felt it through the throne, through the connection that linked her to Dante and both of them to the space they inhabited. Her scars flared hot, not with pain but with warning, and she saw Dante's shadows writhe in response, becoming agitated in a way they hadn't since his transformation.
"Something's happening," she said, rising from her seat. The throne seemed reluctant to release her, the ash clinging for a moment before letting go.
Dante stood as well, his storm-grey eyes scanning the void. "I feel it too. Like reality is... unraveling somewhere. Something catastrophic."
