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and the roof of my Archives disintegrates. Power crackles above me, swirls
around me, wraps along my feet below me.
I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been.
I am infinite.
A scream rips from my throat just as lightning splits the sky with a
terrifying crack of thunder.
The bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, and sparks flare as
it explodes in a blast of stone. Tairn banks to avoid the blast, and I pivot in
the saddle.
Jack falls down the mountainside in an avalanche of rock that I know he
can’t survive.
From the way Baide cries beneath us, she knows it, too.
My hand trembles as I sheathe the clean dagger at my ribs. The only
blood to be found is on the rocks below, though I look at my hands as
though they should be covered in death.
Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride.
“Lightning wielder.”
