Nova sighed, her head dropping back as her state of mind fell away, the patterns flickering out of her sight, and found her head cradled in Yoa's palms. She relaxed further, staring up at his masculine beauty, feeling frail and beaten up like she'd done a few rounds with Aiyana, or a stampede had run over her.
Days had passed, and Nova had returned like she said, habitually at this point, to complete this task, and finally, after all the strain she was putting her body through to amplify the power within Tayun again, she was almost done.
She could tell that tomorrow was the final day. More life had returned to the island, or so she could tell from the patterns running along the ground. The ancients had also calmed down, all except for Akhlut. It wouldn't settle into the waters and seemed almost restless with its kills.
