This is the antidote.
That’s why Kairyn’s minions are always wearing them. He didn’t want to chance one of his loyal followers being corrupted by any of this poisoned magic.
The white bloom negates the magic. At least smelling it does. When I walked up the mountain in a haze, passing a patch of them cleared my head slightly.
But I can’t just smell this; the poison she gave me is in my system.
I gulp the petals down.Either this will kill me or…
“Stop!” the Nightingale snarls, drawing a slim blade and striking it toward me.
Or it will save us.
The Nightingale is too late.
My magic is back.
I feel for her iridescent thorns scattered throughout the room. She’s not expecting my attack, and I easily make them my own, bringing them up as a shield around me. Her blade embeds in the briar, giving me a precious moment to think.
A quick glance shows me Ezryn is holding his own against the Turquoise Knight, despite the divine weapon.
I need to get to him. Then I can try to use the Nightingale’s vines to carry us out of here.
A briar snags me around the ankle, and I fall.
“If you want to play with thorns,” the Nightingale snarls, “you’re going to get pricked.”
“Likewise.” I shoot out my hands, taking control of two briars. They writhe up, slashing across her stomach.
Ezryn lets out a grunt as the prongs of the trident rake against his shoulder. He twists, slamming his blade against the knight. The turquoise armor shimmers in the dim light as Ezryn's blade rebounds harmlessly off the breastplate. Gritting his teeth, Ezryn dances back.
The Turquoise Knight laughs, then twirls his trident until the whole thing glows and the smell of sea water infuses the room.
I need to concentrate on my own fight, but I can’t take my eyes off Ez. I pull at the briars holding my ankle, tearing them loose, and scramble away from the approaching Nightingale.
With a huge force, the Turquoise Knight shoots forward and smashes Ezryn on the side of the head with the trident’s shaft. He staggers backward, grabbing the bow’s pedestal to steady himself.
“Careful! Don’t touch it!” I scream.
Ezryn gazes up at the radiant weapon and hastily pulls his hand back.
The Nightingale drops her dagger and barrels down on me, fingernails like claws over my face, tearing at my hair. “Magic isn’t enough to save you. You’re not special. You’re soft! Weak!”
I grab her wrists, eyes wide as Ezryn leaps away from the trident’s pronged jab. The knight is too strong. Without the Blessing, he won’t be able to—
Ezryn rolls, then stands before the pedestal, the bow’s light silhouetting him in an ethereal glow. The Turquoise Knight gives a half-laugh, half-bellow, then charges, bloody points of the trident aimed straight for Ezryn’s chest.
But my mate falls to the ground, whipping his leg out, tripping the goliath knight. In a crash of turquoise armor, the knight stumbles, the trident falling from his grasp. His bare hands reach out to steady himself—
Grasping on to the Bow of Radiance.
Blinding light envelops the Turquoise Knight, and his body convulses. A harrowing scream pierces the chamber. His armor cracks, then caves in on itself, becoming a puckered shell. The helmet flies off and rolls across the floor, landing right in front of the Nightingale. Left behind is a lifeless husk, and Ezryn, breath heavy as he stands victorious.
The Nightingale falls away from me and picks up the helmet. Her lip twitches. “Oh, you shall pay for that.”
Thorns burst through the stone, striking Ezryn, and lifting him into the air. His silver sword slips from his fingers.
“Ezryn!” I call out, holding out my hands, trying to take control of her thorns.
