The tension in the void was suffocating. Odesse's eyes grew heavy, a dangerous side effect of the oppressive darkness and the thin, crushing air that surrounded her. She stared at the red string stretching out into a long, unending line.
"I need to sever it," she whispered into the emptiness, her thoughts racing. "I need to cut it off from the Hisponians."
She looked down at her own skin, remembering how the Moon Spirit had pulled a glowing thread from her chest to show their bond. "What if I connect this curse to my own wrist?" she thought. "If I tie it to myself, I tie myself to the curse."
Summoning every remaining ounce of her willpower, Odesse raised her hands. A brilliant, blinding white aura erupted from her palms, cutting through the heavy gloom. She clamped her fingers around the violently vibrating red string and closed her eyes tightly.
"Let this work," she breathed.
