body wouldn't answer. I'd lost too much blood.
Then something incredible happened. Sienna raised one hand, and fire—ruby-red and blinding—erupted from her fingers. The shadows screamed as they burned away to nothing.
"She's... different," Caius said, appearing beside us. His old ritual had failed, but he was still standing.
"What did the journal do to her?" I asked.
Caius shook his head. "That's not the journal's doing. That's the Trial of Power."
Sienna's POV
The power inside me was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I could feel everything—every shadow creature, every heartbeat, every drop of blood. I could feel Kieran's wounds, Ronan's tiredness, Caius's fear.
I burned the darkness away with a thought. It was so easy now. Too easy.
Something was forming in the middle of the ritual site—a swirling mass of darkness taking shape. The god of destruction, trying to break through.
"I don't think so," I whispered, stepping forward.
