ARAH
The tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, but not before she managed to release her owls and wind tattoo from her skin.
A foul secretion oozed from the slick, rubbery coils, burning wherever it touched her. The suction cups latched on hard, pulling at her flesh until her skin ached beneath the pressure. She groaned, straining to wrench herself free. But the more she fought, the tighter the grip became—like a vice of living muscle.
Jeric’s transformation had finished.
Her stomach turned at the sight of him. His body still carried the shape of a man, but it was corrupted. His skin was slick and glistening, mottled in shades of dark green and black, as if it were permanently wet. His eyes were no longer human—large, glassy, and cold, the green depths swirling like deep ocean water. His nose had flattened, nostrils flaring slightly above a wide, lipless mouth lined with small, sharp teeth.
The black tentacles were attached t
ARAHThe pain was immediate and total. Acid seared through her armored flanks, every breath like inhaling boiling seawater. But now the panic wasn’t just hers—it belonged to the creature too, a fusion of instincts and desperation.She flexed her raptorial claws, feeling alien tension coil in their joints. A plan surged into her mind: Move. Shock. Strike.Instead of thrashing wildly, she let her limbs go slack. But her tail coiled tight, then snapped out in a wide, whipping arc.Crack!The spiked tail slammed into the bone wall beside her, sending vibrations through the curved rib. The teeth anchoring her shifted just enough for her to slip free.She couldn’t believe this actually worked. But at least she was able to prove that the mantis could break open this enclosure.Arah barely had time to register the thought before Jeric’s tentacles sealed off the outside, just as the teeth-filled spine snapped back into a narro
ARAHThe creature that burst from her palm hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a towering thing, plated in segmented, iridescent armor that glimmered faintly like oil on water. Steam hissed from its blue shell where her blood still clung. Behind it, a spiked tail swept around, smashing into vases and forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit.Six limbs anchored the creature, but the forward pair—its forelimbs—twitched restlessly, the jointed claws folding and unfolding with an audible click-clack that carried across the air. Its head—part insect, part reptile—swiveled toward Jeric, three unblinking blue eyes locking on him.Arah stared at the aquatic mantis-looking creature, hardly able to believe something like this had come out of her own hand. She glanced down at her palm—the sigil there had shifted to a deep, luminous blue, glowing and pulsing with a strange rhythm. The power it radiated felt both foreign and achingly familiar, as thou
ARAHThe tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, but not before she managed to release her owls and wind tattoo from her skin.A foul secretion oozed from the slick, rubbery coils, burning wherever it touched her. The suction cups latched on hard, pulling at her flesh until her skin ached beneath the pressure. She groaned, straining to wrench herself free. But the more she fought, the tighter the grip became—like a vice of living muscle.Jeric’s transformation had finished.Her stomach turned at the sight of him. His body still carried the shape of a man, but it was corrupted. His skin was slick and glistening, mottled in shades of dark green and black, as if it were permanently wet. His eyes were no longer human—large, glassy, and cold, the green depths swirling like deep ocean water. His nose had flattened, nostrils flaring slightly above a wide, lipless mouth lined with small, sharp teeth.The black tentacles were attached t
GILDEONThe dining area filled fast with chatter and loud music. A businessman had booked a birthday lunch at Tonio’s restaurant, and he’d brought his entire family and staff to celebrate.Gildeon didn’t mind the noise. His thoughts were elsewhere—Yonah, and when he’d show up again. The Awakening. Whether Ghulik had made it back to Shamibar with his message.And Arah. He hated leaving her with Jeric. Something about the guy still rubbed him the wrong way, though he couldn’t pin down exactly why.Hours passed. The party wrapped up. Guests trickled out, and the staff began clearing tables. They had a few hours before reopening for dinner service.He was at the counter, halfway through chopping a stack of vegetables, when Cora and Mabel showed up. They were meeting Arah to plan her birthday for the weekend.“Hey, Gildeon!” Mabel called from a nearby table. “Is Arah on her way?”He pushed his glasses up his nose. “She bou
ARAHShe hadn’t realized two hours had already slipped by since they’d sat down at the new café. They chatted over random gossip about the locals on the island. Jeric knew a surprising amount, especially considering he’d spent most of his life on the mainland with his mother, before she’d fallen seriously ill.They laughed together until the conversation quieted, and Jeric’s tone turned more serious.“I’m gonna miss this, Arah,” he said, tapping the side of his iced coffee glass. “Us… hanging out.”She took a sip of her iced café latte. “You say that like you’re about to leave.”A flicker of hesitation crossed his face before he ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. “My mom and I will be moving back to the mainland soon,” he said. “The hospital’s better there, and I need to find a job close to our house so I can check on her easily. I can’t keep relying on our neighbor.”“I see…” She nodded, offering him an understanding
GILDEONAfter dinner, he and Roselia stepped outside for a private word while Arah stayed in the kitchen to finish cleaning up. He’d already filled Roselia in on everything that had gone down with Yonah.“I thought you’ve already abandoned the mission, My Lord,” Roselia said, rubbing her upper arms against the night chill.“I nearly did,” he admitted. “But Yonah showing up pulled me back in.”Through the window, he glanced at Arah standing at the sink. Her back was turned, but now and then she looked over her shoulder and flashed him a smile. She already had the sigil needle tucked into her curls.“How’s that progressing, anyway?” Roselia asked, catching his attention back.He gave a small shrug. “We’ve slept together a few times, but I haven’t felt anything shift yet.”“Maybe it takes time,” she murmured, her eyes drifting to the brass censer resting at the far end of the table. Pale threads of fog coiled lazily from