Caitlyn’s POV
I made my choice.
I forced every ounce of power I had into the abyssal magic restraining me, pushing outward with all my strength. A surge of silver energy erupted from my core, shattering the tendrils binding me. Pain shot through my body, but I ignored it. My only focus was Kane.
The High Priest staggered back, shielding his eyes from the glow radiating off me. “No! The ritual cannot be broken!”
I didn’t care.
I lunged forward, slicing through the dark chains wrapped around my son. The cursed bindings hissed and writhed, resisting me, but I refused to stop. Kane let out a sharp gasp as the last of them shattered. His body convulsed, and his Abyssal-black eyes locked onto mine.
“Mom…” His voice was barely a whisper.
The fortress trembled. A deafening roar split the ai
