The void cracked.

Not a shatter.

Not a wound.

But a fracture.

Lyla’s fire struck deep, searing through the abyss. The Nameless One recoiled, its shape twisting, breaking apart and reforming.

For the first time

It felt her.

Felt the bond fighting back.

The master’s voice was strained.

"Impossible."

Lyla pressed forward.

She didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

The fire in her veins burned hotter, not just her own but the bond’s power surging through her.

A force ...