Evelyn was still trapped in the chains of Kyle as they devoured every last trace of divinity within her.
The black chains pulsed like living serpents, sinking deep into her skin, draining her light and willpower alike. Golden cracks appeared along her arms as divine light fought back, but the chains tightened, hissing as if mocking her resistance.
Evelyn screamed, her voice echoing through the ruined field. "Damn it!"
She gathered what little divine energy she had left and forced it outward. For an instant, her radiance burst through the bindings, shattering them into pieces. But before she could even catch her breath, the shadows twisted again. The chains reformed—stronger, hungrier—and coiled around her once more.
They pulled her down to one knee. Her face was pale, sweat dripping from her brow. Still, she didn't yield. She roared, blasting the chains apart a second time.
The air exploded with golden light.
