Deborah's POV

The Void felt like ash and nothing. Deborah stood still on the altar. Dark energy moved around her like it was alive. It pushed on her skin, trying to get in, promising her power and nothingness. Her silver marks glowed, but she felt them getting weaker fast.

The Eclipse Ignition wasn't just power; it was a door. She was like a key in the lock, slowly turning.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Malachai's voice broke through the soft sounds. He stood near the altar, his violet eyes ...