Zane's Point Of ViewI lay there on my side for what felt like an eternity, mesmerizing myself with the last wisps of that silver and gold mist as they sank through my skin. My chest felt tight, as though I'd swallowed a brick whole, but the frantic humming beneath my skin finally began to quiet. The crater around me held a complete, almost reverent silence. After a few minutes of tasting nothing but copper and mud on my tongue, I managed to push myself upright. My ribs gave a nasty little pop, and I winced hard, settling cross-legged in the middle of the churned dirt. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. "Well," I croaked, wiping a fresh streak of blood from my chin with the back of my hand, "that was completely awful." A heavy thud echoed behind me, vibrating through the ground. I didn't bother looking up as Fenrir's massive black paws came into view, followed by the dull, golden heat radiating off Daekan like waves from a furnace. They stopped right beside me, their pres
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