( …continue)
Malrick worked for a few relentless minutes.
At first there was an illusion of stability…but then the air split.
Not cracked, not stirred…split…like the world itself was being peeled open.
The ancient sigils around Freya convulsed with light…white, gold, then searing blue.
Malrick staggered back, his hands shaking. "No…no, this isn't supposed to…"
His words drowned under a shriek of raw power as the circle of runes erupted in a blinding cascade. The sigils turned inward, rebelling, their lines unraveling, devouring themselves.
Freya's body rose from the floor, hair floating like she was submerged in light. Her eyes rolled white…her lips moved but no words came…only a sound.
A hum that wasn't of this world.
Autumn's breath hitched. "Freya!" Her voice tore from her throat. "Freya, look at me! Kieran!" She snapped at him. " I'm telling you, this doesn't look good!"
Kieran was lost for words. He clearly didn't know what to say or do.
