Omrum’s POV
The agony of the training session wasn't just physical anymore; it was an echo, a resonance that vibrated deep within my marrow.
As I slumped against the stone wall of the courtyard, my back still stinging from the phantom echoes of my past, I felt it again, that dark, familiar hum of magic.
The pain I had endured, the humiliation I had suffered at the hands of my own kin, wasn't just a scar; it was a catalyst.
"Breathe, Omrum," Calhoun’s voice was closer now, stripped of its regal coldness.
I looked up, my vision blurring. Every time I reached for the darkness, the sharp, stinging memory of the lashes and the cold stone of the dungeon flared in my mind. Yet, instead of breaking me, it fueled the shadows.
They swirled around my fingers, tangible and hungry. Pain didn't
