Deborah’s POV

The ground under Deborah's feet opened up so fast she didn't even have time to breathe.

Black, tentacle-like things shot out of the ground. They looked like grabbing fingers, and they felt a bad omen, like they came from the Void.

The memorial stones fell over. The forest floor moved up and down. Old trees made groaning sounds as their roots ripped out of the ground. Deborah's silver fire lit up without her thinking.

Platinum marks glowed on her skin because of the ...