SERIS was ready to release her power as the pain erupted in her body. Her scream tore through the whole tower, shaking the stones. But amid her agony, something stirred deep within her. She felt her child’s heartbeat echo in her own. And in that heartbeat, light was born.
The chains on Seris’s wrist and ankles were unchained. Her eyes glowed — one silver, one purple — as her magic burst free in waves. The wall of the tower cracked, and the ground shook.
“Stop!” Nyxaria hissed, throwing a bolt of black flame toward Seris.
Seris caught it midair and then dissolved the fire in her palm, absorbed by the golden aura now burning around her.
“Nyxaria,” Seris speaks, her voice layered with her wolf's and witch’s selves speaking as one. “You’ve taken enough. I won’t let you take me and my chi
