Page 194 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

The certainty in his voice makes me believe him.

Not because he’s blindly optimistic, but because he knows me. Because he has seen every version of me and somehow still believes I can do this.

His forehead rests briefly against mine, and I close my eyes.

“Do what you need to do,” he murmurs. “And I’ll be right beside you.”

I take a slow breath.

Then another.

And when I turn back towards the Will, something inside me settles.

The fear doesn’t vanish, nor does the uncertainty.

But neither controls me anymore.

I reach forward, and this time, instead of resisting the connection or allowing it to overwhelm me, I take hold of it.

The effect is immediate.

Power surges through me with such force that the darkness around us erupts into light. Every connection becomes visible at once, stretching endlessly through the dome, through the cocoons, through every drakath waiting within them. The sheer scale of it is staggering, enough to make my knees weak, yet somehow it no longer feels impossible.

The Will pushes against me one final time, testing me, measuring me, attempting to force me into the same role every previous master must have occupied.

Submission.

Control.

Domination.

I understand now.

The Will was never looking for someone to command it.

It was looking for someone capable of carrying it.

The realisation settles through me as naturally as breathing.

“I don’t belong to you,” I whisper softly. “You belong to me.”

The connection ignites, and the entire network responds; every single thing connected to the Will is now mine.

My power surges around me, pure chaotic energy that is controlled. Becoming far deadlier than something out of control. It races through every vein connected to the Will, spreading across the dome faster than the eye can keep up. I feel as if the Will itself is being consumed by my powers.

Then the ground trembles and cracks spread across the vast dome. Within seconds, the entire structure begins to fracture; light bursts through the first crack, then another, then thousands more, and then the dome shatters as snow begins falling down upon us.

Power tears through every part of my body as the ground beneath me cannot handle the power that enters me; shadows and darkness swirl around me, whilst the remnants of the dome dissolve into the sky.

And then I feel them.

Tens of thousands of them.

Every drakath upon these lands.

Every creature sleeping within the cocoons.

Every monster already awakened.