Fin lay there, gasping, every muscle screaming, his cores depleted, the Mark on his chest burning like a brand. Meg coughed beside him, pushing herself up weakly. Arachne was already on her feet, though she swayed, her face pale, her eyes wide with lingering terror.
"My Lord..." Arachne breathed, staring at the spot where the portal had vanished. "What… what was that?"
"Trouble," Fin rasped, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Big trouble." He looked down at his chest. The Mark of Dominance was still glowing faintly, but the blackness was tinged with an angry red, like a fresh wound. His domain felt… strained. Weakened by the forced intrusion and the violent severing.
He had escaped. But at a cost. And he knew, with chilling certainty, the Abyssal Lock, and whatever controlled it, would not forget. He had touched something ancient, something forbidden. And it would be coming for him.
