“Lower your head, Moira! Don’t look into its eyes!”
Aidrian shouted as he grabbed Moira by the shoulder, yanking her down to the ground just as the black shadow streaked over their heads.
A biting cold lingered in the air, sharp against the skin, making Moira’s breath freeze in her throat.
A small explosion rang out as the shadow slammed into the cliff behind their car, shattering solid rock into clouds of dust.
Moira lay sprawled on the damp ground, her heart pounding so violently her ears rang.
She dared to lift her head and saw the shadow spinning in the air before slowly landing in front of Elder Silas.
The figure gradually solidified, forming a tall man with skin as pale as marble and ancient noble attire, torn in several places.
The man’s eyes had no pupils—only a deep, glowin
