Aaron opened his mouth, the desperate words of his survival forming on his tongue, but she cut him off with a sharp, dismissive wave.
"Better still," she informed him, her eyes boring into his very essence, "I will find out for myself."
Before Aaron could even draw a breath to protest, she pressed her cool, slender fingers against his temples.
The sensation was like a tidal wave of ice crashing through his mind, and suddenly, the white void dissolved.
Their shared consciousness began to drift, spiraling backward through the currents of time until they reached a memory buried in the foundations of existence itself.
They stood in the presence of a man who radiated absolute authority.
He possessed a perfect, powerful build and dark hair that framed a face of regal intensity.
His eyes were not merely eyes; they reflected the swirling, purple and iridescent hues of a nascent universe.
