Logan couldn't bear to watch Serana suffer any longer.
He summoned a binding web, woven from dense threads of darkness and wrapping them carefully around her writhing form to keep her from doing further harm to herself or those nearby.
Her body fought the restraint instinctively, snarling and struggling with explosive force, but Logan remained firm, stepping in close enough to reach out to her through the chaos.
Placing one hand gently on her shoulder, he reached inward through the soul bond, extending his will—not to dominate, but to shield her from what she could no longer face alone.
The presence inside her, the vestige of a fallen deity, raged with chaotic hunger, twisting and coiling through her mind like a storm refusing to die.
Logan focused his energy, as she growled and writhed, even as blood and shadow spilled around her. Logan kept helping her, he could feel it—Serana was still there, still fighting from within her mind.
