[Author’s POV]
The sword of reindor had started using Irene’s soul fragments to complete its formation. Golden thunder lights travelled all around Irene’s body as she groaned in pain. Virgil tried unsealing the devourers Theo had already sealed in the sea, but Eleanor and Elvin stood in front of him, blocking his path.
“I… a-accept… the power… of myth.” Zane said, and it shook Diren for a few seconds. Unable to believe that finally Zane was accepting the power. He waved his hand and placed his fingers of stretched palms on one another. The last unlocked crown appeared, floating in Diren’s palm. Zane rolled on his back and accepted the crown. He closed his eyes and placed it on his forehead. He released an icy breath, “please… Please help me help her. Please…” He murmured.
Everything aro
