Elina’s POV

The air stank with the smell of burnt earth and blood. It clawed at my nose, thick and sharp, as if it were trying to crawl down my throat. I crashed to my knees, pain stabbing up my legs, but I barely felt it.

Everything was fuzzed at the edges. My vision swam, like someone had smeared oil over the world. I was so damn tired.

Hollow. That's how I felt.

My magic? Completely drained. It had dripped out of me bit by bit, like a busted ...