Sefe hovered in the air, her small body trembling—not from fear, but from emotion too big for her frame. Flames curled at her fingertips as her wide, nine-year-old eyes darted between the towering shadow beast Umbro… and Crow, her savior, locked in a cataclysmic clash with Solarius.
The sky above cracked with the light of their collision. Radiance and darkness spiraled together, warping clouds and painting the battlefield in shifting colors of hope and despair.
(I need to help Crow… it looks like these bad people will win...)
Her heart thumped, fast and scared.
She looked down at Umbro, huge, monstrous, a thing of nightmares. But to her? He was beautiful. A creation of Crow. A piece of the person who gave her power when the world threw her away.
She clenched her fists.
(He saved me. He gave me power. A reason to stand. A reason to burn...)
She turned her eyes toward the light in the sky—Solarius—and the team behind him. Tyler. Sara. Lily. James. Harry.
