Chapter 43 The Edge Of Ruin

Fynn POV The forest is a labyrinth of dread, every shadow a threat, every rustle a blade at my throat. My gold light flickers, barely a glow now, struggling against the black flicker in my chest—a traitor’s pulse, chaos’s seed, growing stronger with every ragged breath. Morgan’s weight drags at my side, his blood a warm stain soaking my shirt, his pulse a faint stutter under my fingers. I’m carrying him now, his arm limp over my shoulder, his silver eyes closed, his face gray, and panic claws my heart, a scream I can’t let out. *Stay with me, Morgan—please.*