Finn’s hand clutched my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin in a desperate, final plea. I felt the void in my chest open like a predatory maw, and then, the sound began—a dry, rhythmic clicking of his bones as the moisture was sucked right out of his marrow.
"E-Elara... please..." Finn wheezed.
I tried to pull away. I screamed until my throat felt like it was bleeding, fighting the invisible tethers that had hooked into his life force. But the Hollow was a separate entity now, a starving god that didn't care about my morals.
I watched his face. His skin, once bronzed and youthful, turned a sickly, translucent gray. The vibrant blue of his eyes didn't just fade; they sank into his skull as his fat pads dissolved. His hair—the thick, dark mane he’d always been so proud of—turned br
