LWILLA
I saw red. Literal red.
Fury boiled hot and violent in my veins, burning away every trace of fear and hesitation like acid.
I lowered my partner's body carefully to the ground, then shot to my feet with a speed that surprised even me.
A strength I had never felt before surged through my body like wildfire — raw, ancient, and completely unstoppable. It flooded my muscles, sharpened my senses, and set every nerve alight with power.
"Show yourself!" I challenged, voice ringing with newfound fury.
"Beautiful," the voice purred with wicked enthusiasm. "This is exactly what I wanted to see. The first surge of your power… and oh my…!"
"Begone, you evil thing," I growled, slamming the voice down with every ounce of will I had.
Unlike Nyra, who would retreat to the back of my mind when I pushed, this thing didn't.
It roared.
