For a split second, nothing happened, but then the dam completely broke, and I didn’t just spark.
I erupted.
A column of blinding violet light shot from my hands directly into the copper, illuminating the bunker with the intensity of a dying star. The sheer force of the surge threw my head back as a scream tore from my throat, though it wasn’t born of pain. It was a sound of sheer, overwhelming release as all the fear, anxiety, and uselessness I had carried for twenty-four years flowed out of me and into the machine.
“Brace!” Greyson yelled just as the console began to hum with a deep, vibrating resonance that easily overrode the sound of the earthquake.
The copper rings around the room ignited with a brilliant, searing blue light as the wards, fueled by the massive surge of my energy,
