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AUTHOR’S POV Lykos scrambled up the cove, his vision blurring as Nerissa's screams echoed in his ears, each one like a dagger to his heart, accompanied by Oceana's desperate voice telling him to run to save himself. His heart pounded as the poison from Nerissa's claws spread insidiously through his veins, making every movement a battle against the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. He finally reached the top of the cliff, his body trembling with effort, but when he tried to stand, his legs gave out and he stumbled, collapsing to his knees. He heaved, retching and vomiting blood as his skin turned a ghastly grey. The taste of iron flooded his mouth, and he wiped it away with a shaking hand, smearing red across his lips and chin as his breathing became labored gasps, each more