“It’s you.”
As he spoke, the ice plunged deeper inside of me. I cried out from the pain, almost doubling over. That was him, he was inside of me like he was inside of his own son. “You are what my son loves above all else, why he refuses to return to my side.”
The rest of him stepped through the hole. He wasn’t corporeal. The snakes/tentacles were a part of him as was the ice he had inflected upon us both. The smoke had been a part of him, too. Everything about Kellan’s father was to bring suffering and pain. He was thriving on ours, and I could see that he was getting stronger because of it.
I closed my eyes. I had to block out the pain, somehow. I could get a footing then.
“You think to fight me?” He was laughing. “You are nothing. Even the great Shazaam couldn’t take me on. I am Dar
