Chapter 51 Maxon
Chapter fifty-one
Maxon
“What the fuck do you want?” I sneer, my throat dry as sandpaper. Each word grates out of me like broken glass.
The shadows have been gathering for hours—maybe longer.
It’s hard to tell anymore. At first, their swirling, restless movement was easy enough to dismiss, blending into the edges of the dim cavern.
But now? Now they’re everywhere. Pressing, breathing, suffocating.
I can feel them in my head, clawing at the fragile threads of my patience.
My fingers twitch with a restless urge. I’m tired.
Agitated. Ready to crawl out of these goddamned bones just so I can incinerate every last one of these things.
Then, the shadows move. No—they peel. They unfurl and step forward, becoming her. Yumekui. Her body seems woven from the tendrils of darkness that still ripple and stretch across the cavern, tethered to her. Her lithe form almost glows against the void of her own making.