Christmas In Hell
“I’m creating a containment field. It will act as a guide. When Misha has the thread isolated, you will channel your power through my matrix. It will refine your force into a blade sharp enough to sever the corruption without shattering the spell itself. No explosions, Damon. Think precision.”
I watched Misha’s face, saw the strain as she reached into the heart of the vortex. Her body tensed, and a low groan escaped her lips as she made contact with the raw chaos. “I have it!” she yelled.
Ava’s glowing matrix snapped into place around the vortex. “Now, Damon! A single, clean strike!”
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