Silence followed the storm.
Not peace never that but the kind of silence that came after something ancient had screamed itself hoarse. The ground was blackened glass where the Voidborne’s body had unraveled, veins of fractured light pulsing beneath the surface like a dying heartbeat.
Aurelia lay on her back in the center of it.
For a long moment, she did not move.
Kane staggered across the scorched earth, every step dragging pain through his bones. His body screamed at him to stop. He didn’t listen. He dropped to his knees beside her, hands shaking as he hovered over her chest, afraid to touch.
“Aurelia,” he whispered. “Ria.”
Nothing.
Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was shallow, barely there. The power that once radiated from her violent, unstable, terrifying life was gone. Not
