Chapter 54 The Shattered Balance

Fynn POV The outpost is a crumbling fortress, its stone walls fracturing under the weight of the unseen shadow, a presence that pulses with red-gold-black-silver, a monstrous fusion of every power I’ve touched, every choice I’ve made. My light—red-gold-white-silver, woven with Eira’s gold—burns in my veins, a fragile shield against the black flicker in my chest, no longer a spark but a blaze, clawing at my control, whispering break, end, become.