Chapter 112

When all my senses were blocked, it was the emotions I felt—raw, churning seas of rage and disgust, boiling lakes of hatred and desperation. These festering, poisonous feelings bubbled beneath my skin, picking and scratching as they fought past my control. Floating in that darkness, guided only by these carnal emotions, I couldn't remember why I was holding them back in the first place; why I shied away from what I could do. My powers weren't beautiful or inspiring; they were blunt and vicious, unashamed of the death and destruction they could cause. No matter how dark my abilities were, a voice in the back of my head insisted that only brutality would win this war; only rage would end Maverick Billford’s life.