Ethan's consciousness slipped fully into Riley's mind, and his physical body went motionless.
His eyes closed. His breathing slowed. A steady stream of soul energy flowed from the center of his forehead, bright and continuous, like moonlight pouring from an open wound.
Hayes and the others could only stare.
None of them had ever witnessed soul power used this way. Even the most accomplished shamans released energy carefully, sparingly. What flowed from Ethan now was overwhelming, a relentless current like a river breaking through a collapsed dam.
Just how much power did this man possess?
The question barely finished forming before danger struck.
A streak of light shot out from within their own group.
Fast. Precise. Silent.
It aimed directly at Ethan's undefended body.
"Onyx!"
"What are you doing?"
"Stop!"
