The Echo of The Moon
A low, subterranean groan shook the Boundary, and a massive crack opened in the ash, glowing with a sickly green light.
“I have to go in,” I whispered to the void.
I let go of Malachi’s hands. The sudden break in the circuit threw him backward, his body hitting the ash with a heavy thud. Without his heat-sink, the Absolute Frost and the Rot collided in my chest like two stars crashing. I didn't fall. I began to hover, my feet inches above the shattered array. My hair turned a blinding, crystalline white, and my eyes—once hazel—became twin voids of violet starlight.
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