MOON OF ASHES
“Do it now, before they regroup!”
Ava lifted the shard high. Light shot from it in a dozen thin lines, striking the silver shapes. Each line coiled around a chain, binding it, drawing it inward. The shapes writhed, shrieked silently, and dissolved one by one, their ash drawn into the shard.
The air cleared. Only a few silver figures remained, crouched at the edge of the platform, trembling. The massive outline behind Ava dimmed, fading like breath on glass. She slumped, catching herself with one hand on the stone.
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