MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
The drones were vaporized in a white-hot flash of violet electricity.
Nevan was thrown back, his body hitting the concrete, smoking and burnt. He didn't stay down. He crawled toward the bunker door, his fingers clawing at the dirt, his grey eyes still searching the sky for me.
"Gianna..." his thought reached me, faint and flickering. "Finish it... I’m... I’m still here."
I let out a final, soul-shattering scream. I took everything I was—every memory of the rain, every taste of the Maldives, every drop of the Sovereign’s power—and I slammed it into the horizon.