It was like.....like the binding had been running on one thread for six hundred years and had suddenly been given three more and didn't know what to do with the abundance of it.
It knew exactly what to do.
It ran.
Varek hit the window.
She felt it.....the cold rushing toward the open binding, twenty years of patience finally moving at full speed. It was fast. Faster than she'd expected. Faster than Vessa had described.
But the binding was faster.
Completing from three directions at once. Damian's bond sealing one side. Damon's sealing another. Silas's closing the third. And Eve in the center of it....the heir, the bloodline, the thing Avara had built all of this for, holding it together.
Varek hit the window.
The window was already closing.
She felt the impact of it.....cold and furious and desperate and then she felt the binding snap shut.
Complete.
Six hundred years of contained power renewing all at once.
And Varek on the outside of it.
