A surge of energy exploded from within him, not something he controlled, but something instinctual. The air crackled as the entity pushed back , sending a shockwave of force outward. The creature recoiled, its form unraveling slightly, the abyss of its face distorting as if in pain.
Jude took the opening. He didn't know how or why, but the entity was reacting to the creature's existence, and that meant it had power over it. He reached inside himself, grasping for that force, for the thing that had always been a part of him but had never truly belonged to him.
The moment he did, the world shifted .
For a brief, terrifying second, he saw something else, another place, another time. A vast, endless void filled with fractured shapes and whispering voices. A prison. A graveyard of forgotten things. And at the center of it all, the tower.
The source.
