I ran until my lungs burned like they were filled with broken glass.
The Grey Lands were a nightmare of sensory deprivation. No sound but the crunch of ash under my boots. No color but the endless, swirling slate of the mist. No direction but away.
I had left Sibal broken in the snow. I had blasted him with the stolen power of an Alpha Prime, a release of energy so violent it had felt like vomiting light. I thought it was over. I thought I had bought myself time.
I was wrong.
I didn't account for the crash.
The golden fire that had been sustaining me wasn’t infinite. And I had just expelled a massive amount of it in a single strike.
The withdrawal hit me about two miles past the ridge.
It started as a tremor in my hands. Then, a cold sweat that turned to ice on my skin. Then, the gr
