Mine
“You can still fight this! You have to fight this!”
Magnus’s blackened eyes flickered, just for a moment, as if something deep inside was still resisting. But then his body tensed, his lips curling into a twisted smirk—one that was not his own.
“You still don’t understand, do you?” The voice that came from Magnus was layered, distorted—his own voice buried beneath something ancient, something malicious. “It’s already too late.”
He raised a hand, and the air itself seemed to shatter. A pulse of energy erupted outward, sending Frederick, Elia, and Astrid staggering back once more. The force wasn’t just magical—it was wrong, as if reality itself rejected it.