I couldn't stand there and watch Silas burn. I couldn't.
I closed my eyes, ignored the searing pain in my burned hand, and reached deep into the bottomless pit in my chest. Give me the power to save him, I begged the monster.
The void answered with a savage, eager roar.
I thrust my hands upward toward the roaring flames eating the canvas ceiling. A wave of translucent gray energy exploded from my palms, expanding rapidly to form a vacuum dome. The effect was instantaneous. The aggressive crackling of the fire was silenced as the void began to suck the oxygen out of the air. The flames flickered and died wherever the gray wave touched.
But I immediately felt the horrifying cost.
A vacuum that massive couldn't be sustained by my willpower alone. It needed a physical anchor, a source of
