Kit’s choked gasp shattered the silence of the basement, which was still heavy with the lingering scent of magical energy. Siron’s eyes snapped down toward his own feet, or rather, toward the shadow stretched across the stone floor.The shadow was no longer mimicking his movements. It had become a separate entity, a living mass of darkness with edges that pulsed erratically. From its tip, a long, spindly shadow-hand had reached out, gripping Kit’s ankle in a vice-like hold. Kit stumbled, his face ashen, trying to yank his leg away, but it was as if he were rooted in concrete.“Siron...!” Kit cried out, his voice raw.Siron reacted on instinct. Before he could even think, a strange surge, like a heatwave in his chest, rushed outward. He reached out his hand, not toward Kit, but toward his own shadow.“Let him go!” Siron shouted. His voice echoed with an alien power, layered with two other familiar tones: one deep and fierce, the other soft yet firm. Morat. Lyra.H
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