Blackflame (Cradle, #3)

by Will Wight

Show me what to do, Yerin begged. The Remnant still urged her to attack. The unwelcome guest still pleaded for freedom. And Yerin’s heart bled, because she finally accepted the truth: this wasn’t her master. Breaking him open wouldn’t be a betrayal, it wouldn’t mean abandoning him. If she dug into the Remnant and sucked its power dry, she wouldn’t be losing her master’s voice. She’d lost that almost a year ago, in Sacred Valley. So, as Jai Long kicked her body down the mountain with a bored sigh, Yerin reached inside herself. Her master’s Remnant was just a mass of silver power in her core, but she visualized it as it had appeared when she adopted it: a ghost of silver chrome, armed with six bladed limbs. She reached for that ghost and crushed it with the power of her will.