[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 4: THE ILLUSIONS OF WHITE ASH]
"My love makes them invincible."
The words weren't just spoken; they were carved into the very ether of the soul-bond.
Beneath Elara's bare palms, the obsidian bone-mirrors violently shuddered. The sickly, white illusion magic that had trapped her mates tried to repel her, biting at her skin like freezing acid. But it was nothing compared to the blistering, unyielding heat of the Twilight Resonance exploding from her core.
She poured everything she was into the dark glass. She didn't send them logic. She sent them truth.
She flooded the tether with the memory of Aldren's heavy, scarred hands gently braiding her hair in the firelight. She sent the profound, breathtaking safety she felt when his abyssal wings wrapped around her.
