THE CURSED ONE
But the humming grew louder, louder, vibrating through her bones.
Her breath trembled.
“I have to try.”
She sat down abruptly, folding her legs into a tight yoga pose. Her hands braced against her knees. And when she closed her eyes and—
She hummed.
Not aloud.
But from deep inside her chest, in her mind, the sound vibrated outward like a silent wave.
The air pulsed.
Unknown to her, her eyes snapped open, glowing a bright unnatural yellow like molten gold.
A ripple swept from her body, invisible yet powerful, crashing into the Crystal of Albion.
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