Chapter 69: Bond, Part 5
Raffé dared to look up, felt something dripping, and reached up to try and staunch the blood coming from his nose. He tried to stand as Umah came at them, burning with silver-blue fire, clogging the air with hate.
Alrin turned, spread his arms, and Umah shattered into pieces of light as they collided, falling into a pile of glittering shards that began to melt, turn black, and were slowly absorbed by the rune-riddled ground.
For a moment, for an eternity, the world was a familiar black void. Raffé felt something like a kiss on the back of his neck, a squeeze around his waist, and a soft sigh as something seemed to pull away from him like a cloak being removed. He looked down and saw the white marks were gone. The power that had simmered hot since they'd appeared was gone, and he felt mostly like the Prince he usually was.
"Raffé."