Malachi

By nightfall, we were prepared to strike.

Caspian, Asher, and I had fortified ourselves with the necessary supplies, our resolve hardened to drive El Silbón back to the abyss from which he came. We had spent the daylight hours meticulously studying his weaknesses, ready to turn his own tragic history against him.

The fissure in the barrier between the realms of the living and the dead remained a jagged wound in reality. Other entities were undoubtedly eyeing the breach, but we ...