“Like Cronus did in Olympus,” Emlyn murmured, crossing his arms over his chest and hugging his center.

“He turned it to rubble and remade it in his personal twisted picture,” Wynvail stated angrily, sorting via the packing containers and cabinets beside him, in search of one thing. “Now it is darkish and fucked up and unrecognisable. I am guessing that is the plan for New York and all these different locations.”

“When he remakes them,” Harvey requested, his arms curling into fists, “do you assume that offers him energy over these cities? Do you assume he can see anybody, anyplace?”

None of us answered. We did not have to—the reply appeared apparent.

I tightened my grip on Kai’s hand; he squeezed again with the identical power, terror bouncing from his soul to mine and again to his.

“So if he reduces Edinburgh to rubble, we’re screwed,” Verena laughed sharply, nothing humorous within the sound in any respect.

“We’ll be high quality,” Emlyn stated, nothing however calm. “We’ll return to Hell. We’ll be safer there—”

“It is my shadow he is utilizing. My magic,” Wane hissed, the information sinking in—and detonating rage via his soul so huge that I felt it even via his shields. “He stole it from me, and he is utilizing it to do that? To demolish complete cities? To wreck houses and livelihoods, to destroy individuals’s lives? To fucking kill them?”

Harvey stalked throughout the room, squeezing previous Kai and I, and wrangled his twin into a decent hug. “It isn’t your fault.”

Fuck. My abdomen bottomed out.

“After all it isn’t,” I breathed, my eyes burning. “None of that is your fault, Wane. You have been captive and tortured.”

And if we have been taking part in the blame recreation, Cronus solely managed to reap considered one of his shadows when Wane sensed me via the bond, and it made him weak. He would by no means admit that to me, however I may put two and two collectively and give you 4. However I used to be too panicked proper now to totally expertise self-loathing.

“Why not take over the entire world?” Wane demanded bitterly, hugging Harvey tight. “Why just some cities? He has my shadow—he can remake the entire fucking world. Why not?”

Wynvail riffled via packing containers, eradicating objects—and placing them into varied satchels. Huh. “As a result of he cannot,” he bit out, casting a fast have a look at Wane earlier than returning to his process. “He solely took a small quantity of your magic, did not he?”

“He’d have taken extra should you hadn’t come for me,” Wane muttered.

Harvey yanked on a lock of Wane’s chestnut hair, incomes a heat look.

“You held out for 100 years,” Wyn stated firmly, plundering his cabinets subsequent. “Do you could have any concept how fucking onerous that’s? How sturdy you should be to outlive even a yr? Fuck, Wane, go a little bit simpler on your self.”

Emlyn nodded emphatically, reaching out to squeeze Wane’s shoulder when he disentangled himself from his brother.

“My level is,” Wynvail went on, “what if he would not have sufficient shadow magic to take over the entire world? What if he solely had sufficient for these cities?”

“So he selected strategically,” Kai muttered. “Selecting essentially the most highly effective cities, those that will screw up human morale the worst.”

And it was working. I wasn’t even human, and my morale was shot to bits.

“Or this was a take a look at,” Wane stated, pushing hair from his face, his expression darkish and thunderous, “and he’ll take over the remainder of the world now he is aware of it really works. It is solely been an hour because the darkness fell.”

“Why is not this home in ruins?” I murmured, my brows tugging collectively. “The town’s below darkness—the curtain, no matter we’re calling it. Why is it not collapsing?”

It wasn’t … proper? Fuck, if it turned to ash round us, I used to be going to scream.

“The entire world is below the curtain,” Em answered with a calculating look in his eye. “All over the place’s darkish, however not all over the place is demolished.”

“As a result of he would not have sufficient shadow magic,” Wynvail insisted, giving Wane a agency look.

I did not just like the sharp chew of bitterness in Wane’s soul, however I would be fairly rattling bitter myself after a century of torture and imprisonment. He had each proper to the emotion.

“Then he’ll come again for extra,” Wane stated, his arms curling into fists, subconsciously mirroring his brother’s motion.

“That is why I am packing up the armoury.” Wynvail fixed one of many beige canvas baggage and handed it to Wane. “They’re as tailor-made to your abilities and magic as I could make them with fifteen minutes’ discover. However this shit doesn’t include labels or directions, so solely use it if completely crucial. Acquired it?”

Wane nodded, confused, and peered into the bag.

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