Chapter 27
Author: Canice Hays
last update2026-04-13 23:41:17

The tent didn't just break; it vanished. It turned into fine gray dust. The boy fell to the ground, coughing and crying. He wasn't hurt, but he was covered in the ash of his own home. He looked up at Elijah, and his eyes were full of a horror that no child should ever know. The boy scrambled away, screaming for his mother.

Elijah stood there, his hand still reached out. He was a savior who could not touch. He was a hero who destroyed everything he loved.

"Elijah!"

A different voice called out.
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