He bows low with a mischievous grin on his lips.
“Thayla…”
My watery gaze meets Kyzen’s whisper.
Understanding stares back at me as his power of Time flares to life.
Once more, I meet the astonished, happy, confused stares of everyone else. Then focus back on my men.
“It’s time we right the wrongs,” I say.
I tilt my head back and stare at the top of my barrier.
Slowly, I let it dissolve. Yemi follows suit, no questions asked.
In three strides, I find myself positioned between my men and stare across the battlefield.
The glares on Kirabaddon’s, Sabelline’s, Mellcom’s, and Seveous’s faces have a low laugh pouring from me.
“Mellcom is mine to decide what to do with. Everyone else and I will continue to clear the battlefield. You four—”
I take a breath, returning the strokes that are caressing my soul frantically.
I’m afraid they don’t think this is real.
“Kill the others.”
“Come again, little burden?”
I meet Riven’s swirling, mismatched eyes.
“Kill them.”
Kyzen
My gaze remains fixed on Thayla as power pours through her.
Seven powers.
Seven ancient forces woven together inside one goddess.
Boundaries stretch outward, reshaping the space around us.
Consequence settles over the battlefield like an unseen hand, and every choice suddenly feels heavier.
Accord follows, and for one impossible second, everything feels as though it belongs exactly where it’s meant to be.
Seduction brushes over us, not with temptation, but with connection. Every person beside me feels like family.
Obliteration hums against my skin, eager to erase everything standing against us.
Creation breathes through the devastation, reminding the realm that life has always fought beside death.
Then, her Chaos.
I brace for the familiar storm. It never rains down.
Determination crashes into me. Hope. Love. Resolve so unwavering it steals the air from my lungs.