Mine
Magnus fell to his knees, clutching his head as the darkness spasmed violently around him, trying to hold onto its vessel.
Frederick didn’t waste the chance.
He surged forward, shoving his hands against Magnus’ chest. Light burst from his palms, slamming into the black veins crawling up Magnus’ skin. The darkness recoiled, shrieking in protest.
For a moment, Magnus’ real eyes flickered beneath the void.
Frederick pushed harder. “Come back, damn it!”
The light exploded.
The courtyard was swallowed in a brilliant, golden flare. The shadows writhed and howled, retreating back into Magnus’ body—fighting, resisting—before finally collapsing.