Kaelen:
The earth split beneath our boots.
The air was so thick with rot and ash that it felt like wading through a graveyard or exhaling your very last breath.
Varek moved beside me, the scent of his fury blistering hot—like wildfire doused in gasoline.
His court followed in formation, shadows cloaked in steel, their eyes glowing like twin rows of infernal stars.
But I didn’t see them.
All I saw was her.
Ariane stood like a brilliant star in the middle of a decaying galaxy—frozen, stunned, ringed in death and ruin.
Her dark hair billowed with the wind that screamed around her. Caspian and Asher fought like madmen to keep the creatures at bay, slashing and skewering what they could, though the beasts came endlessly, like nightmares breeding in real-time.
And gods, the creatures
