Brenna could make out something faintly humanoid in the mass of flame that rose toward the heavens. Ciaran had been a strong-hearted, stubborn, humorous lad. Whatever he was now was something else entirely.
Maybe gods and men weren’t meant to mingle after all.
The edges of the pond were still steaming, and the earth that had once housed the life-stream for an entire society was dry as an aged husk.
Dolan’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed.
Brenna took the chance to escape and slipped into the shadows.
Old Master wouldn’t be pleased at this.
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