Ruined by silver
At the other end of the room, Soren's eyes snap open.
In that one shared look, a zap of energy passes light lightning across the gap between us, filling my body with a renewed energy that burns in my veins. It is obvious from the scowl that crosses Azrael's face that he hasn't seen it- the eerie glow of yellow eyes that glower from the shadows, the rising of a body wound in silver chains that now look more like fragile vines than silver bindings. So shortly I come to realise this is my chance- my shot at making Azrael pay for the crimes he has committed. And that is not an opportunity I am dying to miss.
One flip of a switch and fire and life flood back into my body, cascading through my system like water flooding down a river. My body burns, insides rumbling with a tremulous feeling as magic trembles through me, filling me with an unquenchable power, and one I so desperately missed. My fingers curl into fists.