Vivian’s pov
The first thing I noticed was the silence.
For ten years, my waking hours had been a mix of low, buzzing hum. Sofia had called it a Void drift.
Void drift was the inevitable symptom of a defect. But as I opened my eyes, staring up at the heavy timber ceiling of the infirmary, the hum was gone.
In its place was a terrifyingly sharp clarity. I could now hear the wind howling against the stone walls outside. I could hear the rhythmic sounds of swords clashing in the courtyard below. I could feel a presence in the back of my mind.
It was warm, wild and incredibly restless.
My wolf. She hadn’t died when I burned out in the Great hall. By destroying the blue vial, the Astraea magic had scorched the last remnants of Sofia's chemical leash from my blood.
The god like magic
