Chapter 41 The Void's Embrace

Fynn POV The void is not darkness—it’s absence, a suffocating expanse where light, sound, and time unravel, leaving only the desperate thrum of my own heartbeat and the fading pulse of Morgan’s under my fingers. My gold light flickers, a fragile spark against the infinite nothing, barely holding back the chaos that drags us deeper, tendrils of green and gold coiling around us like chains forged from my own power twisted against me. Morgan’s body is heavy in my arms, his blood hot and slick, his breaths shallow, each one a knife in my chest. I clutch him tighter, my voice a raw whisper, “Stay with me, Morgan—please,” but the void swallows my words, and his silver eyes, half-open, are dim, slipping.