Chapter 283

Kiernan’s POV

The moment Elodie’s hands made contact with the central conduit, the world stopped being made of stone and glass.

It became a map of raw, pulsing veins. I could feel the Pillar’s hunger through her—a cold, mechanical thirst that had been draining her for days—but this time, she wasn't letting it take.

She wasn't just a victim anymore; she was a conduit for every ounce of rage that