Slaughter

Rage and pain. They were powerful emotions that dwarfed anything and everything. And in that moment, they were at the forefront of my mind.

The darkness I had kept at bay for so long, thrummed through my body, merging with my Spyrit and boosting my powers. Deakin wasn’t wrong when he said the darkness held so much power. But now I was going to use it against them.

Before I could move, I was thrown backwards, launched through the air and landed metres away from the altar. Nyssa glared at me, her hands outstretched still after using her magic to send my flying, and a smug smirk lifted her lips. She had just signed her death warrant.

Hurling myself forward, the manacles around my hands burned as magic poured into them, melting them, and freeing me. The Fae were running everywhere, some moving to intercept me, others running in the opposite direction.

With a thrash of my arm, I threw power towards a group to my left, knocking them to their feet. It cleared my path as I ran full speed towar