Caitlyn’s POV

I made my choice.

I forced every ounce of power I had into the abyssal magic restraining me, pushing outward with all my strength. A surge of silver energy erupted from my core, shattering the tendrils binding me. Pain shot through my body, but I ignored it. My only focus was Kane.

The High Priest staggered back, shielding his eyes from the glow radiating off me. “No! The ritual cannot be broken!”

I didn’t care.

I lunged forward, slicing through the dark chains wrapped around my son. The cursed bindings hissed and writhed, resisting me, but I refused to stop. Kane let out a sharp gasp as the...