A drop is all I need.
This time, there’s no gentle magnifying of one power using the other. The energies collide, violently trying to unmake each other, and the only thing holding them together is my body.
Searing pain rips along my spine as the volatile combination tears through me.
This doesn’t feel powerful. It feels like annihilation.
My body trembles under the force of it, and my muscles burn like they’ve caught fire.
Whatever this power is, I can’t hold it for long. I’m barely holding it now.
The air around us crackles from static electricity, and Need smirks, mistaking my shaking for weakness. She starts toward me again, no doubt feeling safe within the wards.
The storm within me shatters.
I lift my arm to the sky, hoping I can direct the power. A light detonates behind my ribs, and I drop to my knees as a scream tears through my throat.
The fused energies explode out in a violet storm. The blast slams into the wards, and Arianna’s darkness swallows us whole.
Crackling purple light illuminates my surroundings, and I watch with purple-tinged vision as Need panics and bolts for Leon.
I can’t stop her.
I can’t move.
Without the wards, the cap over my Creator power is gone. The well opens completely, and suddenly, I’m nothing but energy. More Creator and Reaper energies crash together, and their forced fusion feels like an atomic bomb detonating inside my chest.
I can’t turn it off.
The searing purple threads look more like a lightning storm as they radiate out, multiplying and devouring everything they touch. Every time they meet resistance, they vaporize it, only growing stronger.
My eyes widen, remembering how I almost tore a hole through Morgana’s realm. I try to pull my arm down. But the energy doesn’t stop – it redirects. There’s a deafening boom, followed by screams.
Off! I need to turn it off!
But I can’t stop it.
The world becomes nothing but blinding purple light.
The world I’m going to accidentally consume.
Panic claws up my throat, growing stronger until I notice a hint of red at the edges of my vision.
“Kitten!” a voice yells.
Warmth envelops me, even though the voice sounds like it’s coming from a long distance. Ever so slowly, the storm starts to dissipate.
Someone is holding me. Calloused hands gently frame my face, and I frown, wondering how someonecan be holding me when I’m pretty sure I just accidentally ended the universe.
“Kitten, I need you to breathe. Focus on me. You’re safe,” the voice calls again.
More warmth floods my body.
I like the sound of his voice. It’s familiar.
Lips brush my forehead. “You need to let it go.”
A shaky inhale stutters past my lips, and I cling to the warmth while focusing on the voice that feels like home.
