Chapter 33

White light receded, leaving behind a world that felt too sharp, too detailed. Kyle Preston gasped, his knees hitting the stone floor of the laboratory. The transition from the Shadow Serpent's desolate realm back to the Trial Gauntlet was a physical blow, but the disorientation was nothing compared to the agony screaming through his right arm. He looked down at his hand. It glowed with a faint, ghostly luminescence, as if a thread of liquid moonlight had been stitched directly into his marrow....