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Instead, I lined up my hand with his and felt something solidify.
This is either madness, or this is going to work.
I followed his movements until I felt his spirit latch onto my wrist, then I smashed the blade’s hilt against my bracelet, breaking it into painful little pieces.
“Vivienne!” my uncle shouted as I blasted out of the space his spirit occupied.
As if awakened, the marble statue behind him moved.
And then rose up, abandoning the egg that had begun to turn black.
Hold on, little one.
My golden spirit flashed through my body, lighting up the sky and burning away the corruption. Thick black puddles steamed under my feet and I stepped forward.
I wasn’t going to destroy my Uncle’s body.
I was going to purge it.
The Shadow Realm rushed at me, eager to devour my spirit that had now unleashed from my physical form.
I didn’t have much time.
All of my fencing training with Killian had taught me to think differently about my weapon and my opponents.
Sometimes it was about channeling one’s strength and understanding the enemy’s weakness.
A sword would do nothing against a marble statue, but my spirit held the power of the goddess.
It held light and goodness, something that corruption couldn’t withstand.
So I channeled my spirit into my sword, brandishing my very soul as a weapon.
Dizziness washed over me as I struggled to handle the double-vision that ensued. It was a strange thing to have my soul leaking outside of my body and pushed into an inanimate object, but this wasn’t about understanding how it worked.
This was about instinct.
The dark form lunged at me, readying its claws to take me down, but I was ready for a frontal attack.
And thanks to Vern’s warning, I was ready for its vampiric speed. Speed I could handle.
I focused on the power that burned in my veins, allowing me to quickly duck. I then side-stepped, letting my sword remain high as I raked it in the creature’s underbelly.
My uncle was a vampire, so I sure hoped he could recover mortal wounds. It was a risky assumption, but I didn’t have much choice.
My uncle’s spirit flickered as his body bled golden light. It released a disturbing scream, making goosebumps rush over my skin.
The Lost Dragon Queen’s egg pulsed with life at the same time, calling out to me, urging me to keep going.
Whatever I was doing was working.
The corruption had used my uncle’s body as a conduit to attack the unborn dragon. By purging him of evil, it would help her, too.
Encouraged, I struck again, this time raking my sword down the creature’s back.
The ground underneath my feet steamed and hissed, threatening to buckle.
“Vivienne,” the creature said as my uncle’s spirit began to merge.
