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And as the bullet erupted in the firstlight core, as Rigelus’s hand wrapped around her wrist and pure acid burned her skin and bones where he touched her—
Like the battery she was, she grabbed his power. Sucked it into herself.
Light met light and yet—Rigelus’s starlight wasn’t light at all.
It was power, yes. But it was firstlight. It was the power of Midgard. Of the people.
It flowed into her, so much power that it nearly knocked the breath out of her lungs. Time slowed further, and still she seized more of Rigelus’s power.
His power indicator on the wall plummeted.
Rigelus reeled back, releasing her, either in pain or rage or fear, she didn’t know—
His light was not his own. His light had been stolen from the people of Midgard. He was a living gate, storing that power, and just as she’d taken it from the Gates this spring, just as it had fueled her Ascent, fueled her own power to new levels … now it became hers.
Without the firstlight, without the people of Midgard and every other planet they’d bled dry … without the power of the people, these Asteri fuckers were nothing.
And with that knowledge, that undeniable truth, Bryce sent all that power through the Horn in her back.
Right as the core ruptured.
Midgard’s kill switch flipped on. Mere feet away, the world began to cave in, sucking itself inward, obliterating everything—
Bryce willed it, and the Horn obeyed.
A portal opened—right in front of the core and the dark dot that was emerging from it, vacuuming in all life. Bryce sent the core, that lifeless, growing dot, through her portal.
The Asteri screamed again, and didn’t stop. Like they knew she’d conjured her own kill switch.
A thought, and Bryce widened her portal enough that it sucked in the Asteri, their screams vanishing as they went. Rigelus and his bright hands were now a dim glow, still reaching for Midgard, clinging to it as he was pulled in.
Bryce had a heartbeat to take in what—where—she’d opened a portal to: a black, airless place, dotted with small, distant stars. A heartbeat, and then she was yanked in, too.
Straight to deep space.
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The Asteri’s crystal palace was collapsing.
Near the city walls, a crack and boom hollowed out Ruhn’s ears, rocking through him. He looked back over a shoulder to see the palace’s towers begin to sway and topple.
“Bryce,” he gasped out.
Tharion, now awake and walking gingerly, halted, the twins—who’d been helping him along—pausing with him.
The entire world halted as a shudder went through it. As light ruptured from below the palace. A great force, like a whirlpool sucking them in, in, in, began pulling at their edges.
“Run,” Tharion breathed, sensing it, too.
Nodding, Ruhn grabbed both boys by the hand. They raced the last few blocks to the city gates, Tharion struggling to keep up.
Even as Ruhn felt that tug toward the collapsing palace, and knew there would be no escaping.
* * *
Bryce had left him.
She had left him, and teleported down to those monsters alone. Hunt hadn’t made it far, Holstrom on his heels, before that boom had rocked the palace, and the skies had opened up above somehow, and the palace was collapsing down, down, down—
