Book Two: Chapter 155

Yuki pulled a card from her pocket and held it up. The Sun card was warm in her hand, the energy of over a decade’s worth of direct sunlight stored inside. It was one of the first cards she had made, but one of the last she had finished. Each line of art had been painstakingly drawn at night beneath Daisy’s magical glow, the only light that was safe to draw it by. Hungry for heat, it had gobbled up the sun’s light so quickly that an unnatural winter had settled in to the mountain for several months until she could control its intake.

She slid her hand across the face of the card and tossed it over the edge. It shimmered and turned into an angry ball of light that rapidly expanded to the size of a small sedan before it vanished from view.

“Are you ready?” she asked Mike, pulling the sunstone from her pocket.

“Do it,” he told her.

Yuki cocked her arm back and winced, grabbing her side in agony. Her arm dropped to her side, so she handed the sunstone over to Mik