"She's burning up. Her temperature shouldn't be this high."
Amariel's hands hovered over Elaria's feverish body, glowing with soft light as she tried to assess the damage. Three hours had passed since they'd returned from the ruins, and Elaria's condition had only worsened.
"The void essence is fighting her human side," Amariel said, her voice tight with worry. "It's trying to transform her completely, make her fully void-touched like Draven. But her body is resisting."
"Can you stop it?" Draven demanded, pacing beside the bed. Through the bond, he felt Elaria's pain, her confusion as two different magics warred inside her.
"I don't know. This shouldn't be happening. The essence was supposed to give temporary power, then fade." Amariel pressed her hand to Elaria's forehead and pulled b
