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From Shattered Prodigy to Abyssal Vengeance

From Shattered Prodigy to Abyssal Vengeance

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1060    |    Released on: Today at 11:49

eyes sna

mattress, coughing so violently her ribs ached. Her hands flew to her

ping hole. Ther

, a pristine, ice-blue core pulsed wit

or outside. The sound vibrated through the st

. The physical exam

The sensation of Silas's hand plunging into her chest, tearing this exac

e her, but a cold, brutal s

The sharp tang of copper flooded her tongue. She dropped

tic, jagged lines, sketching a

et on her left wrist grew scorching hot. It absorbed the stray drop

her blood-slicked hands and slammed them direct

instantaneous

ul. She bit the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted fr

less ice core began to crack. The beautiful blue light fra

nto a million useless pieces

extreme forces collided inside her veins. Her vision went completely black. Her ears rang.

oured the broken shards of ice. It twisted and

ordial C

strength to push the bracelet's cloaking barrier over the new core. To

udden, unnatural thunderstorm cracked the air, the bi

t the end of the hall. The floorbo

la

til her scalp burned, making herself look deranged. She swept her arm across

at against the broken glass, letting the sharp edges slice deep into her skin. The

oor to her dorm ro

ra. She flinched, pulling he

ore his signature dark gold robes. His sharp, predat

d flashed in his eyes, quick

ars on the floorboards. She kept her chin tucked, avoi

nd fired a golden beam of detection magic s

white-hot agony tore through her veins as the newborn power fought her control. Elara bit her lip until it bled, pouring every ounce of her mental fortitude into forcing a crud

fed Silas the exact image he was looking fo

the room dropped ten degrees. Frost bega

wrapping around Elara's throat. He

hissed, his breath sme

er face turning a mottled pu

ing fake tears spill over her cheeks. "I wante

s eyes died, replaced by a disgust s

hrew

ll and crumpled to the floor, g

y emotion. He smoothed the cuffs of his gold robes, a habit he always fell back o

tain of her messy hair, a cold, triumphan

ask of pure devastation. She clutched he

back on her, co

d the two heavily armored guards waiting in the h

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