THE VEIL OF TWENTY MOON
Its shadowy bulk slammed toward her, teeth bared—
Lyra thrust her hand forward.
A burst of radiant energy exploded from her palm. The air cracked, trembling with power as a beam of blazing gold struck the Nightmaw square in the chest. The creature shrieked, staggering back. Its smoky form rippled, fracturing like glass under a hammer.
Lyra felt the Starborne pulse inside her—their connection strengthening, as though he was pouring power through her, lending her strength she never knew existed.
She stepped forward, her voice steady despite the terror pounding inside her.