The darkness returns. It surrounds him completely, and I recognize the same bubble that was around me.
I don't say anything. I attack Huelnira, this time, completely sure that it's not flame. I wield the darkest darkness, the blackest black, the most nightmarish nightmare.
I am aether.
Almost everything that Miron said was a lie. Me being a visi, a scion of Merlyn. Yet I still protect him.
She recoils, shocked that I found it within myself to do such a thing. However, she quickly regains her composure, now cognizant of the fact that I can wield aether.
Huelnira turns to face me, and a darkness comes out of her head, such a pure black that I start doubting that I might defeat her. She obviously has more practice than I do with the aether.
No. I cannot beat fire with fire.
The what's the equivalent of water in this situation?
Huelnira's eyes roll back into her head, her mouth slightly open. She slumps to the ground, and twitches for a moment before stopping completely.
"Is she...?" I breathe.
"She never was."
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