The magic within
His breath rattled, and for a moment, Killian thought he was gone.
But when Daryl opened his eyes, they were his again. Just his.
“Don’t… let me fall,” he whispered.
Killian squeezed his hand. “I won’t.”
As the ritual circle flared to life, every torchless hall filled with a low hum. The monastery itself vibrated, a slow, grinding pulse.
And then, through every shadow on every wall, the First’s voice filled the space:
“Do you think words can bind what was here before your blood? Do you think chalk and bone and stubbornness can sever the chains of the world? You are only tightening the noose.”
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