Shadow spreads like a ripple on a lake, devouring the field in the fury of an onyx storm and sweeping toward us at a speed that squeezes the hope from my chest, then outright shatters my heart. The pain hits like a physical blow to the center of my chest. He’s terrifyingly powerful with Sgaeyl, but not like this. This is the kind of force that ends worlds. And it’s almost here.
