Page 118 of Amethyst and Iron
But of course it didn’t.
It slammed into me.
Lightning sparked, becoming flash lightning in moments, tearing into the sky and shooting all around the area.
And then I slammed my palms together with all that power, creating a mammoth shockwave that was akin to a necromantic nuke, blasting into the Animated Fleshwork.
I waited the brief moments it would take to drop them cold where they stood, indicating they’d been returned to the Valley of the Dead. Then I’d return their bodies via magic to their correct gravesites.
That didn’t happen.
I blinked back to the immediate and pushed to my feet, staggering over to my bed, my limbs shaking.
I snagged the edge of the blanket, just a moment before another flash hit me like a real bitch from hell.
It had all been an illusion.
But what was left as the film dematerialized had me choking and stumbling back.
Twelve piles of ashes.
“No. No. No. No.”
“Oh, it’s very much a reality,” a voice whispered with sadistic glee on the wind. “You murdered them, necromancer.”
I choked, the blanket tearing off the bed with me as I collapsed to my knees.
“You… did this.”
Corvin flashed his fangs as he held his magic steady, continuing to drive the drill deeper, tearing through my flesh, while he held me immobile with the chains—and the devastation of what he’d set me up to do.
“Yes. The great Sylas Morgrave has been outmaneuvered.”
“Stop!” I roared through the room, through the whole house, filling it with my furor that this was happening, that I couldn’t stop it from happening.
I slapped my hands to my head as another memory from that night of Glasswake Massacre bled into me.
Making me bleed with it.
“Your father would be so proud.”
I gritted my teeth. “Leave him… out of it.”
“How can I?” he gestured at the dead. “This is just like his handiwork, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Go… to hell.”
He chuckled nastily. “Looks like it’s you who’s going to be headed there now. I’m sure this will torture you very nicely.”
I snapped back to the immediate, gasping for breath, unable to draw in a steady or deep one, my nails digging into my scalp as I trembled all over.
A hand landed on my shoulder, sending a shot of adrenaline through me.
I swung my head.
I couldn’t believe it.
He was here.
