THE VEIL OF TWENTY MOON
Her light burst outward.
Unlike before, this time she didn’t fight it. She let the warmth engulf her, letting the bond with Astraen guide the flow. The air thickened with shimmering threads of gold, weaving around her like a cocoon.
The Shadehunter shrieked and charged again, sensing the power awakening.
Lyra lifted her hand instinctively.
A pillar of golden radiance shot from her palm, piercing the fog and slamming into the Shadehunter with earth-shaking force. The creature convulsed, its shadowy form unraveling, collapsing into scattered particles of darkness that hissed as they dissolved into the marsh.