The chains shattered like glass, molten metal spraying across the dungeon floor. Blake stumbled back, golden eyes widening in shock—but only for a second. That familiar, cruel smirk twisted his lips as he raised his hands, dark energy crackling between his fingers.
"Clever girl," he purred. "But you are not strong enough to defeat me."
The dungeon walls trembled as his power surged, the air thickening with the stench of that dark fire he used. Behind him, Almira gasped, her dagger clattering to the ground as she clutched her chest—Blake, no, Agnar, was draining her energy to fuel his own.
Pathetic.
I flexed my wrists, flames dancing up my arms. "You are wrong, Agnar. You are not the one strong enough to kill me."
Agnar's smirk twisted into something monstrous as his eyes turned crim
