Chapter 84
The black bulk of the dredwurm is starting to dissolve, falling apart into loose black ash. I limp past it again, back to Marvel’s side. Her hands are on Belvia’s body, and they’re sticky to the wrists with blood. “This is … not going to be easy,” she says. “You just had broken bones. I need his body to rebuild.…” She shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can.” “You can.” She looks up at me, smiles, and then turns to the dying boy with fierce concentration. Light gathers around her hands, a weird, glittering purple. Ghul light. The f*******n Well. I suppress the inground urge to step away. The light flows into long, looping strings, from Marvel’s hands into Belvia’s wounds, like she’s working on a loom. There’s a hum in the air, and a sharp metallic scent stronger even than the smell of
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