My gaze swung to our joined hands as silvery-white light swirled around our palms and down our arms as the embers in my chest hummed fiercely in response. The glow of the eather reflected off Ash’s face as his eyes widened slightly. The crowd went silent. “Is that you?” I whispered. “No,” he rasped, features sharpening, skin thinning until a hint of shadow was visible beneath his skin. Disbelief filled his eyes as his gaze met mine. “Imprimen,” he said, clearing his throat. “Suu opor va id Arae. Idi habe datu ida benada.” “W-what?” I only recognized one word spoken in the Primal language. Ash
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