The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin
I pushed past the layer of grief, past the surface radiation that made my skin itch, down into the bedrock of the island.
The darkness opened up.
My optical nerves burned. The physical world peeled back like dead skin, revealing the energetic skeleton underneath. I saw it. Not with eyes, but with the Spirit Sight that always tasted like blood and iron.
Deep below us—deeper than the sewers, deeper than the concrete roots of the skyscrapers—there was a light.
It wasn't the angry, festering red of the Feral Rot. It wasn't the cold, clinical blue of Wolfy’s ice.