Book Six: Chapter 115

It was simply madness. Freya was casting magic at random, sending pillars of light into their phantom attackers, and screaming in pain. Their shared body was building up heat, and Jack’s cold hands tingled as the light burnt her flesh away. As more of Freya emerged, Jack realized that the goddess was fractured in a way she couldn’t comprehend. It was as if only the angry part of her had been able to manifest, the one desperate for survival and revenge. Was this really who she had been?

Because if it was, it definitely wasn’t who she wanted to be.

“DIE!” Freya threw their staff at the last remaining kitsune, who widened her eyes in fright. When the staff struck, the kitsune exploded outward, transforming into the stony remains of yet another monolith.

“COWARD!” Freya lifted their hands, golden light coalescing between her fingers. “I WILL BURN THIS PLACE DOWN TO FIND YOU!”

As they passed a nearby monolith, it blurred, the air distorting as the kitsune emerged,