More of my power surges forward as I try to find the right amount that it will take to hurt him, but not blow up a realm. It’s taking more time, and it almost feels like trying to scream through a straw.
I need to keep him talking, just a little longer.
It shouldn’t be a problem, Leon loves the sound of his own voice.
He grins as he continues to nullify my power. “Such a shame you never learned to apparate,” he muses. He tilts his head before adding, “Don’t forget to scream, pet.”
And then he drops me.
My hands flail out, desperate for purchase, and I bite my lips to stop myself from screaming.
I will not distract Sin.
I manage to catch myself on a jutting rock after only falling a few feet.
“I’m okay!”I scream in my mind, hoping it’s enough.
Leon backs up a few steps and looks over in the direction Sin is still fighting.
I only have a second to catch his irritated expression before Morgana apparates in front of me, cutting off my view. She hits the ground hard as she scrambles to the edge and holds out an arm to me.
“Hurry!” She yells.
I reach for her without hesitation, stretching as high as I can to meet her. But just as our fingers make contact, her eyes go wide.
My brow pinches, and I only have a second of confusion before I spot Leon standing above her.
There’s a triumphant grin on his face as he pulls his immortal-killing sword free from her chest.
Blood spills over the ground, and warm droplets splatter against my face. Morgana’s arm goes limp, and after a shuddering inhale, her eyes shut.
No. Oh god, no.
Desperately, I shove Creator power into her, trying to heal the damage, but nothing happens.
She doesn’t move.
I don’t have time to mourn her before Sin apparates a few feet away from Leon.
But there’s something wrong.
He doesn’t attack or run to help.
He just stands there, swaying a bit, his face crumpled in devastation.
The bond lurches in a way I’ve never felt before, and I think he’s frozen in grief over the loss of his Keeper.
Until I feel it.
Pain slams through the bond, followed by a cold emptiness that leaves me terrified.
My fingers dig into the stone as a new wave of panic rushes over me. “Sin,” I gasp, as I try to pull myself higher.
His eyes find mine, but they’re unfocused, like he’s struggling to see me.
And then I see her.
Need steps out from behind him, clutching a bloody dagger. There’s a green gem in the hilt.
