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No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Please, gods, no!
Lightning ripped through the space around them with the tear in her heart. Thunder shook the walls as stone began to crumble at her feet with each scream she released. Rain cascaded and mixed with her tears as her cries filled the chamber.
This couldn’t be real.
It couldn’t be.
Ambrose’s head swam as the space around her disappeared.
Faint applause grew to a roar.
In less than an instant she was back in the Grand Hall surrounded by nobles and royals and what she could only assume was the remaining Trial Champions who hadn’t made it to the end—but managed to survive.
She didn’t care.
Completely drenched, she leaned over Akadian’s lifeless body as the crowd around her cheered and clapped.
Casimir raised his hands in the air, grinning from ear to ear. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your first-ever CHAMPION!”
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Cheers turned to horrified gasps as the beings gathered around her noticed the body she cradled. Ambrose didn’t care that she was out. Didn’t care that they were watching. Didn’t even care how she’d gotten back. All she cared about was Akadian.
She couldn’t lose him.
Not now.
Not like this.
She placed her hands on his chest and called it. Called everything inside of her to answer.
She wouldn’t let him die.
Her skin singed under the force as she pushed every ounce of will and Magick she had into him.
Ignoring the pain in her body that wanted to cripple her, she put all her focus into the only thing that mattered anymore.
Her channels flowed, engulfing her as heat rose from her skin and pushed against her. Her nerves protested in agony and she wanted to pull away. To stop. but she forced her body to remain obedient. Forced her magick to obey.
A warm light came from her hands and spread across his chest, growing brighter until the only thing she could see was that light. Until it filled the entire Grand Hall and muffled the startled gasps of the nobility that watched her.
Until it shadowed the protests of the other Trial Champions.
Until it was the only thing in existence.
Her head split as though it might tear in half as blood dripped from her nose down onto her hands. She didn’t care.
She’d save him if it took every last ounce of mana she had.
Her channels flowed with more power than she’d ever felt before, more than seemed truly possible. No more asking. No more calling. This time, it was a demand.
All her power was useless if she couldn’t bring him back.
If she couldn’t save him.
“Ambrose stop! It’s too much!” Adym shouted from somewhere that felt very far away. But she wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
