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We’ve seen more than enough proof of this with each battle. Three of the five realms are already under his control—and the Light is weakening in the remaining two—one of those realms being our home. We took an oath cousin—to gain the Fragments, to unite them at all costs. Agrona placed her faith in us. Her sacrifice cannot be in vain.
    Irritated at the mention of their enemy’s name, and the reminder of the promise given, Finn fired back.
    Perhaps our leader should’ve considered the ramifications of her actions before severing our world’s most powerful vessel, turning the pieces into human souls—female souls. And, to ensure our complete focus, she tied those women to each of us. He regretted the words immediately. Given the state their world had been in, Agrona had made the only choice available to her at the time. I am well aware of what we’re up against and what must be done—go bother the others.
    He felt Cian’s desire to push, but thankfully, he chose not to. As you wish cousin. Call if you need assistance with your wind.
    Cian closed the connection, leaving Finn to stew over his situation. He had boasted to his cousin that he could handle it, but he wasn’t so sure he could. Those who chose to wield magick always tended to complicate matters. He much preferred the power and simplicity of his sword. The stakes however, were high.
    A snap of energy had him rushing back to the window. Though the sky still churned with the storm, and the wind continued to beat at his home, this energy had separated itself from the commotion. Pulled by instinct, he once again placed his hands on the glass. He slowed down his heartbeat, took in deep, slow breaths and closed his eyes. He didn’t know why he was attempting this again, but he couldn’t resist the urge to try.
    Everything around him melted away. His body felt light, a tingling sensation danced along his skin, awareness had his nostrils flaring. Slicing through the storm was fear, sadness and pain. It beckoned to him, demanding that he answer it, and without thought—he complied. He fused with the energy via the mental link used by immortals.
    It was a pathway he had no idea existed. It zigged and zagged through the currants of the storm. The maze of the connection was fraught with intense emotions. As he continued his pursuit, Finn sent a message to Cian as a precaution. He had no idea what he was following, only that he needed to. However, if he encountered problems, having his cousin at the ready would ensure that he could get out. His heart raced as he followed the trail. His mind, not used to such exertion, struggled under the strain, pressure built in his head.
    Then, like a bright flash of light, the trail exploded open, and in the center of the glittering splinters of it, was the energy of a—mortal? How was this possible? To be able to connect to him—to an immortal, be it on purpose, or by accident, one would have to possess abilities—magick. In the back of his mind came a whisper, telling him that he knew the reason. Finn brushed it aside, he didn’t know if this was a man or a woman. Besides, he would know her—the mortal linked to him. However, his confidence on knowing that, began to shake. There wasn’t time to analyse; he needed to concentrate on the task at hand. Though it was a mental discovery, he was physically assaulted by it. His breath halted, and his lungs burned with the need for air. His large body shook with his efforts to maintain the connection. Feeling it slip away, he bore down, his hands clenched in tight fists. He needed to figure out who this individual was, and how they had been able to reach him.
    Pull back! You cannot hold this connection.
    Finn ignored Cian’s order and pushed himself further, desperate disbelief, fuelling his persistence. As he drew closer, he could hear a soft cry—it was the cry of a woman. For the first time since discovering the link, hesitation had him stopping. This could be a trick, and