Starlight and white fire fought over Selene's body as the last of Korrath's core entered her veins. The empty space where the rift spat her out still danced with the unstable energy. She remained on her knees for a long moment, eyes downcast, hands pressing into the glowing hole in her chest. The foreign power inside of her continued reshaping her.
Grief coiled sharp and cold at the back of her throat. All of the pulses of energy reminded her of him. His stubborn insistence that she would live, that she had to, the wet warmth of his mouth against her skin as he forced the core into her hands, the last words pressed into her skull before he shoved her through the rift. She let the memories burn. Let them turn to ash and fuel and something stronger.
