Rissa’s POV

The floor erupts in silver light.

Every symbol carved into the ancient stone blazes awake beneath the Hunters’ feet, sharp enough to burn through the darkness flooding the ruined chapel. The force slams outward in a violent pulse, knocking the first wave backward before they can reach us.

Several crash into the walls.

One screams.

Another drops his weapon entirely.

Good.

For one brief second, confusion belongs to us.

Mark turns sharply toward me, eyes blazing with ...