The Yielding.
Manon Blackbeak had described it to them.
Ironteeth witches had no magic but that. The
ability to unleash their dark goddess’s power
in an incendiary blast that took out everyone
around them. Including the witch herself.
That dark power was still building,
growing around the witch in an unholy aura,
when she simply walked off the lip of the
tower landing.
Right into the hole in the tower’s center.
Aedion kept running. Had no choice but to
keep moving, as the witch dropped into the
mirror-lined core of the tower and unleashed
the dark power within her.
The world shuddered.
Aedion threw Lysandra into the mud and
snow and hurled himself over her, as if it
would somehow spare her from the roaring
force that erupted from the tower, right at
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