Dark and light battled for dominance. Purple magicthreads crosshatched between them, sparking to life before popping out of existence and reappearing elsewhere. Viran’s stomach dropped when he saw Keriya’s eyes. They were burning like violet suns, and they had turned wholly purple. Her scleras and pupils had vanished, swallowed by the magic coursing through her.
He was overcome, frozen with the awe of it. He’d never seen power like this—it defied the laws of the universe, shattering everything he’d thought he’d known about magic, science, and the natural world. Truly, it was the magic of the gods.
And Keriya was wielding it.
Steeling himself, Viran stood. In a way, he’d been preparing for this moment his entire life. He had studied the science of magic. He knew the history of the Shadow
