Sisters will clash.
A staff, a sword.
The gates are thrown open.
Darkness sweeps through Taran’s consciousness. Hellia’s deathly apparition stole her sisters. She doesn’t know where they are, where to look, or if she’ll ever find them. While Taran’s powers are growing, so is her fear and anxiety. Answers elude her, and no one understands her terror. Not even Coll.
And time is running out.
Every second brings them closer and closer to nothing. And closer to the waning end of the Hexen race.