Marked in the Middle
Around it swirled fragments of energy, echoing remnants of the Heir’s magic, but amplified, chaotic.
Nora’s breath caught. “It’s… feeding on the aftermath. Using the city itself as a conduit.”
Kellen stepped beside her. “We’ve got to shut it down. Or we lose everything.”
She nodded, closing her eyes briefly. The pendant’s pulse synced with her heartbeat. She reached deep, calling on every ounce of inherited power, every lesson, every instinct. The city’s pulse resonated in response, and the chaos around the figure slowed.
“You will not take this city,” Nora shouted, her voice carrying across the ruins, laced with the pendant’s energy.
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