The darkness was absolute to the naked eye, but to me, the corridor lit up like a circuit board.
The explosion of the bulbs didn't stop the things coming at us. It just hid them from Adrien.
"Elara!" Adrien barked, the sound of his gun racking echoing in the tight space. "I can't see targets!"
"You don't need to," I said, my voice vibrating with a harmonic resonance I hadn't used before. "Just keep them off my back. I’ll handle the rest."
The first Wraith lunged.
In the physical world, it was a cloud of black smoke and claws. In my world, the world of the Weave, it was a frantic, scribbled mess of grey string. It was a drawing made by an angry child, chaotic and unstable.
It shrieked, a sound like metal grinding on bone, and swipe at my face.
I didn't duck. I reached out with my lef
