Chapter 49 The Silver Wakening

Fynn POV The outpost’s torchlight flickers like a dying star, casting jagged shadows across the blood-soaked dirt where Morgan lies, his body still, his silver eyes closed, no pulse, no breath, just silence that tears my soul apart. My hands press his chest, trembling, desperate, my red-gold light flickering, weak, drained from the fight with Lira, from chaining the black flicker that still burns in me, a traitor’s spark, not dead, not gone, whispering break, burn, be free.