Wren’s POV
Darkness wasn’t silent anymore.
It screamed.
It clawed.
It consumed.
Wren’s body trembled violently as she collapsed onto the cold ground, her fingers digging into the dirt as if she could anchor herself to something real.
But there was nothing left.
No ground.
No control.
No peace.
Only her.
Devolina.
“You’re weakening.”
The voice slithered through her mind, smooth and merciless.
Wren gritted her teeth. “Shut… up…”
Her vision flickered—black, then red, then nothing.
Her hands… weren’t hers anymore.
They moved on their own.
Slowly rising.
Crackling with dark energy.
“No…” she whispered, panic flooding her chest. “No, no, no—”
“Stop resisting.”
The pressure inside her skull intensified, like something was forcing its way through every part of her being.
Mem
