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Her power desperately reaches for him, slithering along the darkened earth and burning the uproots of trees into ash.
Aleksander stands in the centre of darkness and hides from her, watching as Sankta Alina summons him as if he’s a demon to be beckoned. And he supposes he is; giving in to the temptation to be near her once more, he steps forward, the tip of his shoe almost brushing against the burning light as she extends her power as a hand waiting to be held.
The Darkling smothers the light in shadow.