The binding shattered.
Not slowly. Not gradually. All at once like glass breaking under pressure, and the backlash hit me so hard I actually screamed.
Three hundred years of demon magic unraveling simultaneously was—there weren't words for what that felt like. Every nerve in my body was on fire and also frozen and also being ripped apart at a molecular level, and the only thing keeping me conscious was pure spite and the four bonds holding me together.
Through the connections I felt Kael's power anchoring me, Riven's patience keeping me steady, Thorne's feral protection wrapping around me, Draven's—
Draven's bond felt different. Clearer. Like the static from the corruption was gone and he was fully present again.
"It's done." Morgana's voice sounded awed. Shocked. "The binding is broken. The demon is—"
She didn't finish because that's when the workshop exploded.
