Chapter 87 The Heartstone's Burden

• The blood still dripped from Ayaan’s side, staining the earth beneath them, but he stood with a strength that seemed almost unnatural, despite the wound. His breathing was ragged, his body covered in bruises and cuts from the battle. Meher’s heart ached as she pressed her hand against his chest, willing herself to ease the pain she could feel radiating from him.
• But her own body was no better. She could feel the Heartstone’s magic swirling within her, its power surging, then ebbing, a constant pull that threatened to tear her apart. She had barely enough strength to stand, yet she knew they couldn’t stay here. They couldn’t afford to let their guard down.
• The darkness was still out there.