Yrene did not hesitate. She soared through him, down the ladder of his spine, down the corridors of his bones and blood. She was a spear of light, fired straight into the dark, aiming for that hovering shadow that had stretched out once more. That had tried to reclaim him. Yrene slammed into the darkness and screamed. It roared back, and they tangled, grappling. It was foreign and cold and hollow; it was rife with rot and wind and hate. Yrene threw herself into it. Every last drop. And above, as if the surface of a night-dark sea separated them, Chaol bellowed with agony. Today. It ended
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