Selena’s pulse thundered in her ears. The Nyxborn remained suspended in the tendrils of abyssal power, writhing like a beast caught in invisible chains. It no longer struggled to attack—it was waiting. Waiting for her command.
She could feel its hunger, a void as endless as the darkness that had nearly consumed her. It did not fear her. It recognized her.
And that terrified her more than anything.
“Selena.” Damian’s voice cut through the haze. A tether to reality. A plea.
But the abyss pulsed within her, intoxicating and insidious. It whispered in her blood, urging her to claim what was hers. One word. One thought, and this battle would be over.
One choice.
Selena clenched her fists, breathing hard. “I won’t let this consume me.”
Veyron chuckled, his golden eyes gleaming with someth
