Page 148 of The Immortal's One
A deafening boom shakes the door frame. I lose my grip, falling to my knees. My hands scramble for purchase as dust and debris rain down on me, bits of plaster and shattered glass cutting into my skin. My heart hammers in my chest, but my mind races even faster.
I need to get out of here before this place crashes down on me.
I glance up. Through the cloud of dust, Des and Adir continue fighting.
I push myself to my feet, shaky but desperate. I need to get to Des. I can’t get out of here on my own.
Adir’s red light whips through the air, lighting up the room like a violent storm. Des dances around the power, dodging, deflecting, countering with blinding bursts of white light. His movements are fluid, violent, and graceful—he’s in his element, but so is Adir.
One huge burst from Des sends Adir flying back, crashing through the wall into another room. Des charges after the rebel Immortal like some kind of avenging angel.
I can’t tell who has the upper hand. Des lands another hit, but Adir doesn’t back down. He pushes forward, relentless.
I thought Des was the strongest Immortal. How is Adir holding his own here?
Is it because Des hasn’t bonded with hisOne?
That thought barely registers before a voice manages to penetrate the chaos. "Des! Des, where are you?"
The ground shakes again.
My hands slap against the jagged debris scattered across the floor. A sharp pain shoots up my palms.
"Des?" The voice comes closer, frantic now. "Darcie?"
"Over here!" I scream to be heard over the booms and crashes of the fight in front of me.
"No!" Des’s shout, raw with pain, makes my heart stop.
I whip around. Fear claws my chest.
Adir’s lips curl in a sickening grin as a red bolt flies through the air, zipping past Des, careening right toward me.
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Blood rushes in my ears.Des’s face is a mask of horror. His lips part with another panicked shout.
There’s no time to hear it. Adir’s attack draws closer. My heart wrenches.
I wish I could’ve seen Dad one more time…
Time slows. The bright bolt crackles violently.
This is it.
I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable.
But then, something in the air shifts.
I crack an eyelid and gasp.
Sharp, bright green fire blazes through the air, cutting through the red bolt like a hot knife through butter. The two powers collide with an ear-ringingboom. The force sends a shockwave through the room.
I press my palms into the ground, wincing as more debris cuts into my skin.
Then, the red bolt dissipates into thin air.
I blink.
