The Sacred and the Tormented (Fae of Alastríona #4)

Talon

The world was on fire, consumed by the fury of the mountain itself. Talon vaguely wondered if this was the land’s revenge on Vairik for every foul thing he’d ever done or created. Every surface surrounding them was coated in flames. Thick smoke hung in the air with ashes and embers still raining down from the sky. It was only by the grace of the gods that they’d survived at all.

The mountain had exploded and their combined magic had pulled them all together, cocooning them in a tangle of bodies as they’d struck the earth over and over before rolling right into the ocean. Talon had quickly used his magic to push them away. Rocks had rained down, splashing into the raging ocean, but he hadn’t relented.

Thankfully, the sound had scared away any of the creatures Conall had warned them about. For now, at least. He knew they couldn’t linger in the water long, but it was hard to look away from the space where a looming castle had once stood. Now, it was just a mound of gushing red liquid.