Ozias was weakening.
That was the thought Annabel kept holding on to as she fell and got up, again and again, running toward the God of Death. The moment they had stepped out of the portal, he was expecting them. His darkness was spilling out of him in waves, reaching for her and William and turning into sharp blades that moved inhumanly fast every time they got too close.
But he was slower than before and his attacks were not as coordinated since now he had two targets to watch for. They kept attacking from opposite sides, forcing him to divide his attention, which resulted in Anna almost getting to him twice.
The problem was that she was weakening, too. William’s power was draining her, and she was afraid that if she got too much from the humans, she’d kill them all.
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