His Plumpy Mate
images flashed through my mind, disappearing quickly before I could make out what they were
“Hand” her voice turned.
Zorya transformed, her body glowing red,
“The Oracle and the Flame” suddenly clicked.
Zorya stretched out her hands, using the knife Zareal chanted incoherent words before cutting again, then stretching her own arms she cut it.
The sky roared, the wind suddenly began howling, the ground around them began shaking, it was as if the world could feel what they were doing.
They joined their hands together, Zorya's Fiery frame and Zarael's golden one, their blood merged and together it dripped onto Rafael's body.