Lugh's mind was a maelstrom of emotion. He had fought, struggled, and endured. For what? Why had he clung so desperately to life? What was he trying to achieve?
His will, battered and crushed, left only one truth behind—a burning, seething desire to annihilate his enemy, even if it meant perishing alongside them.
His gaze flickered across the crumbling ruins, jagged towers of ancient stone barely held together. His throat was dry, his hands trembling as he forced out the single word that would spell the end of everything.
"Collapse."
A scream rang out.
LUGH, NO!
For a brief, agonizing moment, nothing happened. Silence hung in the air like the last breath of a dying world.
Then, Lugh's silver ring flared to life, its intricate patterns pulsing with an unhinged, uncontrolled power. Xhi had warned him. She had told him not to use the spell anytime soon. Now he understood why.
