THE SILVER LINING
She could feel the magic within her awakening, magic she had never truly known or comprehended but magic that was always there, deep within her blood.
"No." The syllable escaped her lips like a vow, a promise to herself and to those whom she defended. "You will not take this world."
And in that moment, Ignatius appeared by her side, his own sword unsheathed and glinting with an otherworldly light. He nodded swiftly, and the two of them charged into the storm, slicing through the madness with unyielding strength.
But Vosvak was already responding, his huge body moving quicker than Krishna had expected. The tempest about him raged, and lightning charged from the heavens, striking down in an un
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