Permission.
I approached carefully. Placed my hands on the twisted flesh.
And pushed every ounce of purification magic I had into him.
The Moonbane magic I'd learned to control.
The Silvermane purity in my blood. Even the Tear's power—the piece of the Moon Goddess herself.
All of it flows into Dane.
The corruption fought back.
Dark magic clinging to every cell. Resisting. Burning.
But I was stronger.
I'd purified the Moon's Tear itself. I could do this.
Let go, I told the darkness. Release him.
It was like trying to untangle knots that had been tied for centuries. Layer after layer of corruption. Each one had to be carefully separated. Removed. Burned away.
Dane screamed.
So did I.
The pain was incredible. Like fire in my veins. Like my bones were shattering and reforming
