The air in the tunnels was thick with the metallic stench of blood and damp stone. My body screamed in pain, my muscles trembling, but I refused to collapse. I refused to die. Not here. Not like this. I could still hear the faint whispers, the duality inside me, Seraphyne's voice, calm, pleading, urging restraint, balance, and… something else, something darker, a shadow whisper that tasted of venom and fire.
"Burn them. Burn everything."
I clenched my fists, feeling the pulse of power surging through my veins. The poison Isolde had fed me, the rituals she had forced, the Venorix residue coursing in my blood, it was supposed to weaken me. But it hadn't. It had awakened something else. Something ancient. Something I hadn't known I possessed.
