Page 89 of The Gods Order

My power fractures in lashes of black that race wildly across the Crypt. I grit my teeth and swallow down a bellow as I wrangle it back with everything I have. It circles Vihaan until the binding around him ignites.

Not literally, but fuck, I see it. I feel it. It’s tearing through my body.

Thin black threads that don’t belong to me are wrapped through Vihaan’s soul so deeply they’ve become part of him.

Buried into every inch. Every layer. Every fucking piece.

Obliteration.

My power snarls against the binding and tries to slash it apart.

And fails.

I shove harder and fire explodes across my heart. My knees slam into the stone floor.

“What the fuck is happening?” Sevryn shouts as he drops beside me.

I can’t answer through the rattle of my teeth or the pressure from my power. It doesn’t want to give up. It keeps fighting back. Again and again and again. It’s not listening to me.

“Enough.”

A hand touches my shoulder and my power snaps back beneath my skin. I crash forward, catching myself on all fours before I eat stone.

Heavy breaths fall from my chest as I jerk my head up and meet Vihaan’s gaze. He gradually lets his hand fall from me.

“You knew this would happen,” I rasp.

A sad smile crosses his face.

“I suspected.”

Rage crashes through me so fast it nearly chokes me.

“No. I can fucking do this.”

“One day, God of Death. Today isn’t that day.” He floats back into a standing position and steps away as Sevryn helps me stand. “I believe it’s time for you two to go. Hopefully, we will see each other again.”

“No. Wait!”

My shout goes ignored as he just…disappears.

No. This can’t be happening. I control souls. I allow them to pass on.

What the actual fuck?

My body slumps as I try to step away from Sevryn and I grunt, tangling my fingers into his armor instead.

Shit.

“We need to get out of here. You don’t look so good.”

Fuck. I suddenly don’t feel it.

With every step toward the door, I try to get my breathing under control. It doesn’t work. If anything, it labors more.

“Give me a second. I got to get myself together,” I pant and Sevryn scowls.

“You can get yourself together when we get the fuck out of here.”