The true power of the Kirana is unleashed, and no one is ready for what happens next. Has Meg been devoured by its massive power?
Meg exploded.
Literally.
No other term for it. One second she was facing Tiron, clutching that medallion of Velanna’s like it was her last lifeline, and the next the entire chamber shook as blinding white light spilled out of Meg’s body and knocked everyone off their feet, whether they had two or four of them.
Jenny winced, clutching the plasma burn on her arm, blood pooling between her fingers. The back of her head throbbed where she’d struck it, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything else other than the roaring storm of light and fury boiling at the heart of the volcano.
It wasn’t the Andhera. There was no darkness now. Everything was light. So bright that even the rocks underneath them felt like that were shuddering in agony.
Blinking the dust out of her eyes, Jenny peered through the roiling fog of pulverized rock and arcing lightning. Her mouth tasted like she’d been chewing on rusty nails, which she’d only ever actually done once and didn’t enjoy in the least.
What had Meg done?
