The ravine continued burning, freezing, and crackling in the distance.
Even after Lilith disappeared from Victor's hand, the strike remained in the world like an open scar. The split ground stretched beyond what Grace could see, a brutal line crossing forest, artificial hills, and ancient ruins. Black Ice covered the edges of the fissure like a living crust. White Fire still burned in some places, silent and stubborn, consuming everything it touched without producing ordinary smoke. Black Lightning ran through the walls of the ravine in irregular pulses, like exposed nerves.
Grace stared at it for a few seconds.
Then looked at Jake.
Or what remained of him.
