Cassie and Nightwalker faced each other on the emerald grass of the Ivory Island, no more than a dozen meters between them.
The air around them was suffused with volatile energy, the space itself bending and twisting like a sheet of fabric fluttering in the violent wind. Despite the utter chaos and the devastation ravaging the meadow around them, neither of them moved.
And yet, a transcendent battle was raging in the crackling air between them, hidden from sight.
Nightwalker was commanding space to rip Cassie apart, while she was wielding the power left behind by the Demon of Desire to thwart him. Her body kept breaking and being mended by the white radiance spilling from beneath her skin, and her golden hair danced in the raging wind.
