Serafine's POV
What do we do?" Serafine asks, barely above a whisper.
"We prepare," Damien answered.
There's silence as the battle draws near. The weight of all of it weighs upon me, a suffocating feeling.
My powers are growing increasingly beyond my control, like some kind of stormy tempest brewing inside of me.
Every day I wake up, I feel less and less like myself-less and less like a real person, more and more like a chess piece in some kind of game that I have absolutely no comprehension of.
And Abigail… she's growing more unstable by the hour.
Her magic surges at the worst times, sparking chaos around her, and I can barely keep her calm.
The look of fear in her eyes every time she loses control, it rips me apart.
I glance at her now, sitting near the window of the packhouse,
