Chapter 45
Elaria didn't wait to hear more. She ran through the corridors, Draven close behind. Servants pressed against walls as they passed, fear evident on their faces. News of the mass marking had spread quickly. The medical wing was in controlled chaos. Amariel worked frantically between beds where newly marked individuals thrashed and screamed as unfamiliar power surged through them. Some had shadows erupting from their skin. Others were phasing in and out of visibility. One man had accidentally opened a small rift in the wall. "Saphira!" Elaria found her sister in the corner room. The young princess sat on the bed, trembling. Shadow marks covered both her arms, spreading up to her shoulders. Darkness pooled around her feet like living smoke. "Elaria," Saphira sobbed. "I can't make it stop.
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