The moon poured its silver glare below the thick canopy of ancient trees, their creaking sighs sharing their secrets from decades ago.

Anabelle was in a daze, her own sense of self losing shape. Roused within her, Melucia's strength surged, a whirlwind of rage and pain that was only matched by the blazing power of the storm that raged above them.

The rain-soaked ground below her pulsed with hidden power, vibrating on the air as an audible tension.

"Let me have control, Anabelle!" Anabelle's ...