Shadows of Heart : The Awakening
Zoe leaned forward slightly, her expression tense as she listened.
“The lightning,” Cassius continued, his tone grim, “it’s not like ordinary dark magic. It doesn’t just injure - it corrupts. It digs into your essence, leaves a mark, and festers. It’s the same with those incantations he was muttering. I couldn’t catch the words, but I felt them - like they were clawing at the edges of my mind. That kind of magic requires a deep, unholy connection to something… ancient.”
Zoe shuddered involuntarily, her wolf stirring within her, restless and agitated. Her gaze dropped to her hands, where faint scars from her earlier battle seemed to pulse in rhythm with her unease.