~LENORA'S POV
"YOU WILL DIE!"
The words tore through the dark again and again, loud enough to make my ears ring.
I lifted my head, and found myself outside the palace walls, standing on the same stretch of land Lucian and I had gone days ago.
The sky hung low and swollen above me, stained in deep violet, and the wind carried the thick scent of smoke that stung the back of my throat.
The stark stood ahead.
The fiery blue chains were still wrapped around the stone pillars, binding the demon, with flames climbing from his feet to his shoulders.
His arms seemed longer than before, his ribs pressed against skin that had darkened and split, his jaw hung at an angle that didn't look natural.
He looked like something that had been kept alive only so it could suffer. The flames crawled into his mouth when he opened it, yet he did not choke.
"YOU WILL DIE!"
His voice steadily rolled across the open ground again, and this time, I felt the weight of it settle in my chest.
