Verity's POV

The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as I ran, my lungs screaming for air that seemed too thick to breathe. Behind us, the Darklands pulsed with fury as it was an entity that knew I was leaving and wanted me back.

"Keep moving!" Cassian's voice cut through the chaos, his hand gripping my arm as we ran through the twisted forest.

Azazel fought behind us, his massive shadow form tearing through Veyran's forces like they were made of paper. I could hear the screams, the wet ...