The white lightning hit me like a runaway train.
I expected to die. I expected my soul to be ripped apart. But as the bolt touched my chest, the Vespera Heart necklace flared. It swallowed the lightning whole, turning the white light into a deep, angry purple.
The warrior in silver armor tilted his head, his helmet glowing with a cold, ghostly light. "A Vespera that can eat divine lightning? You truly are a pest that refuses to stay dead."
"Who are you?" I gasped, struggling to stand. My skin felt like it was on fire, and my wings were twitching uncontrollably.
"I am a Sentinel of the Pale Moon," the warrior said, stepping over the cowering wolves as if they were nothing but ants. "Your kind stole the fire of the stars. My job is to take it back."
Silas moved before the warrior could
