AYLA'S POV
Silver light erupted from my veins, flooding the shadow realm like liquid fire. The darkness screamed. The eyeless god recoiled, its skeletal form writhing as the light carved through its smoke-flesh, peeling it apart in ribbons.
Kael's black wolf glowed with streaks of silver, the bond burning hotter than it ever had. His snarl echoed in my head, feral and victorious.
"You're killing it!'
But the First Luna's whisper threaded through my mind, cold and certain: "No… you are wounding it. To kill a god, you must bleed for real."
Pain shot down my arms as the runes along my skin flared, every line of power carving into me like molten glass. My body wasn't meant to hold this much magic, and my wolf howled under the strain.
The god's voice boomed through the void, deeper than the Frostfang gorges. "Daughter… your light tastes like blood. How much can you spill before you break?"
