This can’t be happening.
This isn’t real.
I stare in horror as Vladykar Amon gazes at the wisps of orange magic in his claw-like hands, his once beautiful golden hazel eyes containing slit pupils, as if he were a snake.
But that’s just it. He was the Snake. The traitor amongst the people of Adytol—amongst the Wards—feeding information, supplies, even other Wards to the Vladykars. Tricking us. Me most of all, as evidenced by the ruby pendant that hangs like a millstone around my neck. The pain of his betrayal burns within me. I can see that Astralux, otherwise held still under whatever control Andeuten’s breath has over her, is digging deep trenches into the mossy forest ground despite his breath, her teeth bared up at Andeuten and Pesokvglazu, who are both holding her down.
“You should give your new power a try,” Vladykar Lochan says. “Why not on the little silver fox?”
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