Coming Home, Coming Home (Pt. 2)
Part 1
She opened her mouth to reply but her voice was stuck in her throat, flicking her eyes towards Stonegit as she went down the line of Conclave soldiers she encountered to get to him... and then after.
Multiple soldiers caught and drowned in the frenzied deluge when the barrier came down. Every slice across a neck and stab through the chest for every enemy that tried to cut her off in her search. The bloody gore that Koiroll left behind, raining on her and Liam, his blood lust ringing loud and dangerous between them as shadows flickered uncontrollably. People caught in ice spikes and muddy waves as they took down the construct. The intentional, Ragnarok-like drowning of villages worth of Conclave riots, crushing under the weight of the ocean, saltwater churning and unforgiving under her finger tips as bodies struggled helplessly.
She could barely nod in response, covering her mouth with the back of a trembling hand that tingled at the finger tips where the shadows would've started, as if forcefully stopping her breath from coming out in a dark, smokey mist she knew gave her power, but still frightened her so, so much.