Chapter 74 The Phantom Host

• The ground shook harder, dust drifting down from the cavern roof. The protective runes Abby and Mirabelle had drawn quivered as if under some invisible pressure. The shard in their circle pulsed like a blackened heart, spilling jagged light against the walls.
• Lucia clutched Kelvin’s arm. “He’s sending them. Devin knows.”
• Kelvin’s jaw clenched, his golden eyes flicking to the cave mouth where shadows writhed like a tide trying to break through. “Then we stand. If he wants a war, he’ll get one.”