My blood runs cold.
Don’tshow me what I think you’re about to show me.
He pulls it out slowly, like it’s actually a game. Like he’s savoring every second of it.
And then I see it.
Dark blonde waves.
Dangling.
Limp.
Her pale skin. It can’t be—
Roran’s head.
No.
My knees buckle.
Vision blurs at the edges, a haze of blue and white flooding my sight. The runes scream—hot, frantic, crawling under my skin like they're trying to claw their way out.
I stumble back, breath caught somewhere between my chest and throat, choking on a wave of agony that claws its way through every rib.
“He—”I can’t even finish the sentence.
“I’m coming,”Myko says.
“—He killed Roran.”
The roar tears out of me like it’s splitting me in two. My power flashes white-hot, uncontrolled. Myko’s not here to stop it.
I don’t care.
Roran’s gone.
I let the rage devour me.
No control this time.No mercy.
The glow spreads, blistering the walls, ripping through the world around me. A tsunami of raw, wild power. Blinding. Blue. Vicious.
I feel their souls—their last breath. Ivan’s. Vor’s.
“Malec! She’s alive!”Myko’s voice roars into the chaos.
What?
“Morvakar still senses her life force. She’s alive! Stop it, Malec! Or you’ll be the one to kill her!”
No.
I try to stop. Try to pull it back. But it’s too far gone.
“Myko, I—I can’t—”
“I’m close. Hold on!”
