Chrome and Claws
Her chest ached with the sincerity in his voice, but even as she met his gaze, she felt the Hollow Blade’s silent thrum, the Lunar’s fury coiled deep in her veins.
Malrik turned away, hiding his expression, but she saw the worry in his rigid posture. Even the dragon feared what she was becoming.
Raven stared into the flames, her hands trembling.
The rift wasn’t coming.
It was already here.
That night, as she tried to sleep in Axel’s arms, Raven saw a rift tear across the sky, pouring shadows into the world.
And in the center of it stood herself, bathed in silver fire, holding the Hollow Blade while her guardians were on their knees in blood.