Damon
The spell tasted like rust and ash when I swallowed it.
Morwen’s words still clung to my skull: “You will walk unseen, but the world will see through you.” I didn’t understand what she meant until the wind began to move through me instead of around me. My shadow no longer obeyed my feet. I had become less man and more echo.
Perfect.
The forest outside the Ether border was a cathedral of silence. My breath made no fog, my scent left no trace. Even the wolves patrolling the perimeter lifted their noses, confused, unable to catch what stalked between the trees. The wards Lyra had strengthened shimmered faintly in the night air; silver lines drawn through leaves and bark, but when I reached out, the symbols didn’t burn me. The witch’s powder on my skin hummed like a key in the lock.
