>>Aelin
I fired the golden flames again, and it collapsed like the first.
And another.
And another.
With every kill, the golden light grew warmer, brighter. Not overwhelming like before—but steady. Like it had found its rhythm inside me at last.
By the time I killed the fifth abyss creature, the soldiers had begun to notice. Some looked toward me, expressions torn between awe and disbelief.
I felt like I was growing used to this power.
And while I was helping out and actually saving people, this very power that scared me before, felt like a gift.
I turned, ready to target the sixth.
But something cold and slick suddenly wrapped around my arms and yanked me backward.
I screamed as my feet left the ground.
Tendrils again—but not like before. These weren't just slimy coils of abyssal darkness.
This time, they had fingers.
Hands.
A person!?!
