Chapter 77: The Corruption Mark

Freya's POV

Dark energy burst through me like a wildfire, raw and uncontrollable. I could feel it in every inch of my body—powerful, unstoppable. The battlefield shuddered beneath me as soon as I stood.

Then I caught sight of him.

Finnick.

His eyes were wide with amazement, agony, and something else, hope, as he stood a few steps away.

"Freya." He spoke in a low, almost beseeching voice.

A sneer formed on my lips. Inside of me, the entity's force raged, pushing me on. Launch an assault. Put an end to him.

My body shifted before I could think.

With my claws cutting through the air, I lunged for Finnick. He rolled to the side, barely avoiding it in time. Where my blow hit the ground, a fissure appeared.

"Stop, Freya!" Finnick yelled. "This isn't you!"