A tremor ran through nothingness, a fragile cracking sound. Despite shaking, I gripped the chains, drawing them closer rather than flinching back. Heat blossomed on my palms – a branding sensation, intense but within it, an awful, vibrant energy pulsed; it felt akin to touching the cosmos itself.
The tempest howled, yet Wren’s voice - a fragile thing - split the roaring air
“Vivian! Don’t let her take them back—make them yours!”
A shriek from Arabella shattered the quiet, shaking me to the core. She grew larger - a horrifying sight - with legs like a spider ripping through reality. Dark shadows flowed from her many mouths, voices slithering into my thoughts.
I won’t be ruled by what makes me afraid, nor give in to feeling helpless. I am my own master.
I bought it, just like that. It l
