W-what did he just say? My head jerks up, and our eyes lock. There's a flicker of reluctance in his gaze—but colder still, there's no hint of remorse.
"No… don't you dare…" I whisper, my finger twitching, aching to twist into the quill, ready to fight to the death for my team.
And yet—
The world freezes. I'm too slow.
Light flares—too fast to follow.
Three thuds crash against the dirt. Four sprays of blood paint the ground red.
NO—! I want to scream until my throat rips apart, but the sound catches deep inside me, sealed like a cork I can't force free. Rage boils in me, hotter than a volcano straining against its own walls, ready to explode.
"How dare you? How dare you? How—why?" I mutter, words spilling broken, my eyes glazing over. I can't even see the ground anymore—just blur, just heat.
Suddenly, the mist thins and fades, revealing them all. Amara—the one who once called herself immortal—is gone. Dead. All because she followed me into this world…
