Jasmine's POV
The descent was anything but gentle.
We crashed into solid ground with brutal force, as if some invisible hand had hurled us from the heavens. The impact sent shockwaves through my legs, making my knees nearly give out beneath me. Beside me, Lina released a sharp, breathless sound that echoed my own discomfort.
Stephen dropped to one knee with a grunt, muttering something unintelligible under his breath.
This transportation bore no resemblance to Aunt Naia's graceful magic, which had always felt like floating on a gentle breeze. Instead, this journey had been chaotic and jarring, like watching a fledgling bird attempt its maiden flight with disastrous results.
Slowly, I lifted my head, my pulse still racing from the abrupt landing. Around me, everyone struggled to regain their composure and steady their breathing.
"Lila," I whispered, moving carefully toward her trembling form.
