Flames and smoke choked Dawn Gorge as Sera Hudson staggered beside Alpha Cain Elvis, blood and ash splattered across her cloak. The detonation she’d triggered—heartborne sigil against her chest—had unleashed a wave of crimson fire that swept through the Assassin League’s supply trains hidden in the gorge’s lower caches. Magicked munitions ruptured, documents and shadow-coins whirled skyward, and burning crates rained embers upon the ravaged camp.
Through the bond, she felt Cain’s shock and determination surge: his adrenaline-fueled heartbeat coursing in her veins like molten steel. He pressed a gauntleted hand to her arm. “Stay with me,” he commanded, voice fierce above the roar.
Sera swallowed against a wave of dizziness, clutching his armor. “I’m fine,” she rasped, though her vision blurred at the edges. “Let’s finish this.”