POV: Lyra

The fortress was silent.

I stood in the center of the great hall with my chest heaving and my hands still glowing faintly at my sides and the body of Malakar lying motionless at my feet. The silver light had faded but the power still hummed beneath my skin like a second heartbeat and I could feel it waiting for another command.

The demons had stopped fighting.

Some of them had dropped to their knees. Others had turned and fled into the depths of the fortress. A few of them stood frozen with their weapons still raised and their eyes fixed on the body of their fallen lord....