Just as the swirl of ravens began encircling Honoré Tatiane, Rían jerked his hand high above his head, bursting out an infuriated roar with just one word, “Fideag!” as his silver eyes haloed with gold. Instantly, his world began to spin, feeling the surge of power.
The God of Order awoke.
Rían’s body started to shake. But it wasn’t because of Dasianu. Not entirely. He was afraid; his strong, intimidating body was shaking like a cornered animal. Afraid of what could happen. Afraid of what has happened. Flashes of Journee’s screaming pleas echo in his ears like a stereo on full blast.
Will I lose myself again?
It seemed like minutes, hours, as his mind wrestled. But it was only seconds, milliseconds, since Jenaveve had called down the ravens. Only seconds after, when he called for the f
