The ground erupted in a deafening roar, jagged fissures spitting sparks and acrid smoke as the massive hull fragment slammed down like a falling star. The shockwave slammed into them, tasting of burnt ozone and hot blood. Victor’s barbed tendrils sliced through the chaos, latching onto Hope’s leg with searing, razor pain that made her scream. Damien’s vision blurred from the dust as he dove forward, shards of concrete slicing his forearms. The metallic tang of his own blood filled his mouth. “Not my daughter!” He grabbed the thrashing tendril, muscles burning as he ripped it free with a wet, tearing sound. Mia’s ears rang from the explosions, her skin stinging from flying embers. She dropped to one knee in the slick rubble, gun kicking hard against her shoulder. “Hope! Push through the fire in your veins—link the newborns and make him choke on Elara’s truth!” Hope convulsed, the wound on her leg throbbing hot and wet. Golden light burst from her in waves, carrying the scent of ozone
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