The cave was silent, save for the dripping of slime and the heavy, ragged breathing of the Void Abomination.
Jasper stood inches from the creature's rotting snout. He was so small compared to the beast—a speck of white silk against a wall of purple corruption.
"Jasper! Get back!" Cassian screamed, struggling against the pressure of the Void Magic that filled the room.
Jasper didn't move. A soft, emerald light began to glow around his small body. It wasn't a spell he had learned from a book. It was his blood calling out to its ancestor.
"It is alright," Jasper whispered.
He raised his hand. The Abomination hissed, rearing back, its three mismatched eyes rolling in madness.
But Jasper didn't flinch. He placed his palm gently on the creature's nose, right between two oozing sores.
Hummmm.
A visible ripple of green energy pulsed from Jasper's hand into the monster.
The Abomination froze. The thrashing stopped. The purple Void veins pulsing under its skin slowed down.
