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Little by little, my awareness returns. At first, only hazy shapes cloud my vision. I know that I’m sitting in a chair made of ice-cold stone. Shivers roll up and down my spine. I try to move, but my limbs are secured in place with heavy bindings. Slowly my vision clears, until a terrible realization slams into me. I’m not sitting in just any chair.
I’m bound to Onyx’s old throne, right next to Armageddon’s.
I press my eyes closed and try to conjure igni. I know Anubis warned me not to, but at this point, I’ll do anything. Where I normally hear their tinkling laughter or grating voices, there is nothing at all. Instead, an emptiness fills my soul where their precious presence would normally reside.
What’s happened to me? Where are my igni?
My heart pumps so hard, I think it could b
