The pain of the electricity was a white-hot scream in my nerves, but I didn’t let go. I felt Killian’s agony flowing into me, and in return, I pushed my cold, steadying silver magic into him. We were no longer two separate entities; we were a closed circuit of power.
“Elara, stop!” Silas shouted, his voice finally losing its cool composure. “You’ll burn your own core out! You’ll kill yourself and him!”
“Then we’ll die together,” I replied, my voice booming with a power that wasn’t mine alone.
The vortex around us expanded, a cyclone of frost and lightning that pushed Silas and his guards back. The silver light from my eyes grew so intense that the ivory masks of the assassins began to crack.
And then, the explosion happened.
It wasn’t a blast of fire; it was a blast of absolute stilln
