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Elias doesn’t waste time; he charges me and lunges at my left side. I spin hastily on my heel and swing the fire blade down with a heavy thrust. My bloodlust is peaking inside of me, Laphia urging me on.
Elias throws his head up and evades a slice to his throat. My blade digs deep into the snow, farther even, into the frozen earth beneath. I wince from the hold the ground has on my sword and look up in horror. He’s already on top of me, throwing me to the ground and away from the weapon with ease. Elias follows up with a bone-shattering kick to my ribs.
This guy is lethal. He’s strong.
My lungs instantly ignite with pain and I cough violently, curling in on myself. I gasp for air and try to push myself to my knees but Elias is already in my face, smiling wickedly, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes. A starved demon.
The evil within this man is unlike the rest of the Fernestians I’ve encountered. He truly enjoys what he’s doing.
It makes my skin crawl.
“Get out of my fucking face!” I shout. Elias cocks his head, smiling, looking almost bored with me.
Fine, you want to play games? I grab Elias’s forearm and set fire loose in my palms. Flames burst from my skin and the instructor’s eyes flash with surprise. He groans in pain as he jerks away from me. His flesh melts down to the bones. His tendons are crisped, but still function, making a grotesque crunching sound as he lifts his arm to inspect it. I look down at my fingers; burned flesh clings to me like meat stuck to a skewer. I gag at the sight and the rancid smell of it, shaking my hand to try and get rid of the muck.
A manic, too-long smile crests over Elias’s face. His gray eyes shift with a white crescent moon of light. It reminds me of Kallos’s eyes when he used his powers. Something is about to happen. What power does Elias hold? A surge of malicious magic thickens in the air, and Elias’s Shadow spills from behind his body like a shroud of black mist. A few gasps shrill from students. They feel it too.
He is an unholy god in the flesh.
Sweat drips down my face. What the fuck is he? Elias smiles and raises his destroyed arm. The smell of his burnt flesh nauseates me.
“You were fun. Nothing special though, unfortunately,” Elias says nonchalantly as his arm rebuilds itself. His skin is the last to restore; it forms like cloth pulled from thin air and wraps around his arm.
What the fuck has Fernestia done to us?
“Bye, asshole.” Elias’s voice is resentful, as if he knows me. How could he possibly know me? He raises his hand to deliver his final blow.
“Elias!” An angry feminine voice rises from the crowd. A woman in a brilliant white cloak steps in front of Elias. Her brown hair wisps beautifully in the breeze. My eyes widen slowly. It can’t be her.
“You can’t intervene in the fight,” Emerai shouts from his place at the head of the circle.
Elias’s expression shifts from bloodthirsty to something warm and affectionate within the span of a millisecond as he looks at the woman.
No, that’s not her. Why is that monster looking at her like that?
Elias reaches his hand up and brushes her face softly. Fernestians showing any sort of affection is laughable. Fury swirls within the chambers of my heart. This fight isn’t over yet. I’ll fight both of them if I have to. I pull my fire blade from the ground and slash it toward the two. Embers spray over them and Elias’s face hardens once more.
“Oh, you’re still here, are you?” Elias hisses at me. Then he speaks to the woman beside him. I still can’t see her face. “He clearly doesn’t value his life, Terra. Let me kill him.”
My chest twists and the air is suddenly colder.
Terra.
The woman turns to face me, her cheeks rosy and emerald eyes gleaming like the gems I once adored more than life itself.
“Terra?” My voice quivers.
She stares at me for a few seconds before a flicker of regret crosses her face. Her gaze isn’t what I remember. Her eyes are dancing with Elias’s. Who is he to her? Worst of all, she doesn’t look at me the way she once did. The warmth is gone. She looks like Terra, but she’s so different.
“Finn,” Terra murmurs like this moment is as bittersweet as ripping a bandage from your skin. “It’s been a while, huh?”
6
Terra
Finn’s anguished amber eyes hollow out my chest. His ebony hair whips furiously in the wind, catching embers off the sword he wields encased in scorching flames.
He always had perfect golden eyes. It isn’t fair, the despair nestled in his gaze. I recognize the hurt flickering across his eyes, the same pain that I felt the night he abandoned me. Strange, I’ve been so eager to see him again—yet my heart is callous. Only icy rage burns from the deepest chambers of my heart.
