Seuss’s eyes widened as he recognized the sphere, but before he could say anything, Etheera’s power tightened around it. A small crack appeared on its surface, spreading further and further until the crystal exploded and the energy inside licked her hand, sinking into her skin. She took a deep breath, enjoying the rejuvenating feeling that spread through her body and made every hair on it rise.
By the time she opened her eyes and smiled, Seuss was feverishly drawing the first traveling rune in the air. Etheera grabbed Larson’s hand, squeezing his fingers.
“Don’t let him escape,” she snarled.
Even before the words left her mouth, his power engulfed him, and ominous, dark tendrils shot from his body, reaching out for her father. Seuss threw himself aside, rolling over and stopping in a c
