Christmas In Hell
“Damon, are you alright?”
“As alright as one can be while being slowly erased from existence,” I managed, my voice raspy. The whispers grew louder, focusing on me. *You are weak. You are fading. Let go. Join us. There is peace in the void.*
“It’s attacking him,” Misha realized, her eyes darting frantically. “The whispers are targeting his weakness.”
“Ava, the cloaking,” Misha demanded, her voice cutting through the mental assault. “The wards. Now.”
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