Page 195 of The Gods Order

Say less.

I redirect my power and aim it straight for that ungodly creation behind our father. The second it penetrates, my Harmony rushes to the surface, weaving in the threads of my Chaos.

The sensation that blasts through me is nothing like what it felt like when my powers attacked Obsidian. This feeling is daunting and freezing. Worse, it calls to the threads of corruption that will always live in our veins.

The power we kept from this place buzzes beneath my skin. Begging to go back home.

No. Nope. Home is behind us.

Home has beautiful stained-glass eyes that flare like fire when you make her smile.

“Home is not ash and stone.

Home is never all alone.

Home lives in our Binder’s heart.

Home is in the soul split apart.”

Creed and Kyzen don’t question Amick’s order a second time.

Death and Time crash into the Veil in perfectly staggered waves, each adjustment coming a heartbeat before Amick calls for it. It’s as though the three of them are sharing the same mind.

They basically do. They always have.

I’ve just always had to try to keep up.

No, no. Don’t think like that at such a glorious time.

And glorious it is.

The first flicker of concern races across our sperm donor’s face.

His eyes cloud with realization as he peers over his shoulder. His head slowly pivots back to us and blackness seeps across his gold irises.

“Careful, boys,” he warns, low. “You damage my Veil and I’m going to have to stop playing with your Binder and your guests.”

The four of us hesitate for a moment, weighing the very clear threat.

“Little burden, you need to run.

Father’s only having fun.

Catch the girl and break the boys.

Then he’ll put away his toys.”

“Don’t stop,” Thayla shouts, jumping between the four of us.

A brutal grunt rips from her throat as our father’s power slams against the barrier she puts up in front of us.

“Mellcom is still in there. If you destroy the Veil, you kill him and fuck up your father’s plan. Don’t stop!”

The four of us push even more of our power. The barrier buckles and cracks of white race across its surface before Thayla forces it smooth again with a strained gasp. Another blast crashes into it. Then another.

Every impact drives her boots another inch across the stone.

“Yemi!” she grunts.