Page 203 of Gift from the Source
That was the twenty-third Mastery member I’ve killed.
They just keep coming. I don’t see the end of them as they continue to charge past where the Summum-Master stands guarded by the cowards who betrayed us and the mad scientist.
I’ve kept him in my line of sight since I hit the ground and moved back through the light as quickly as I could to reach him.
I should’ve been prepared for that.
I should’ve known he was going to do whatever he could to get Willow away from us.
From his protective ring, he’s not sitting idly watching the madness he’s created unfold.
He’s actively hunting my family.
Wave after wave of forces are being sent in Tillman’s direction as he fights like a machine mentally and with his element. Ry’s Nexus, including Oakly, stand with him, keeping each other protected from all angles.
To my right, my mom stands between three of my dads, Theo, Roye, and Neil. They dance around like I’ve watched them do so many mornings now. Theo’s constantly having to recast his forcefields around them. The power pumping off everyone who attacks them is next level.
Fortified.
Malvolio Choice is finally showing the strength of his original gift.
Its level is not one to be taken lightly.
Trex, Codi, Dec, and Xander fight mercilessly at my back as illusions are thrown at us. The number of times I’ve moved with my gift and popped up behind someone only for my hand to move right through them makes my teeth grind.
Fucking mind games.
A harrowing roar beats across the battlefield and my soul screams out as the pain of my brother hits me.
“Draken,”I shout.
Nothing but a growl comes through.
It’s deeper than I’ve ever heard.
Seconds later, a blaze of blue glory shoots into the air. His flames lick across his auburn scales as a devastating sound comes from his beast.
There’s no rhyme or reason for what he burns as a fireball lights the forest in front of him up.
Someone didn’t make it.
My throat constricts on who it can be.
My bonds are all still intact, but there’re so many others who I care about on this battlefield that I don’t share a connection with.
His rage bleeds into me.
There isn’t enough air in this realm to fill my lungs right now. They scream in agony as I multiply myself. The twelve of us move through the rays of light and cut down any who aren’t on our side.
Twenty.
The twentieth E.F. member falls before me. I count the seconds it takes for his knees to hit the ground. The life draining from his eyes is even faster. I force so much air into the man that just killed him from behind, his stomach explodes.
That E.F. member was a man named Brock. He was stationed here at the palace with his brothers. No Primary.
Now he’ll never have one.
There’re so fucking many enemies taking everything from us right now.
