Vireya’s POV
My heart shattered as I watched them fight, Zevarion, my light, standing tall against the monster who had torn our world apart.
He was strong and fierce. Every move he made was threaded with divine power. But Xareth… Xareth was stronger. And I could see it, Zevarion knew. He was buying time for something.
I looked toward him, desperate. There was no way I could retrieve the Soulspike now, not without taking it from his body. The thought of Zevarion dying made my soul quake. The idea of raising our child without him it was too cruel.
Some of our warriors stormed in to aid him, their weapons drawn and eyes burning with courage. But with a flick of Xareth’s hand, they were cast aside like leaves in a storm, their bodies hitting stone with sickening thuds.
Then the moon began to rise, slow and dreadful, high above the battlefield. And Xareth rose with it.
He floated into the air, his body changing, stretching, warping. His true form bled through the seams of his disguise. No
