Accursed Darkness

“Troxe,” Z was saying. “It took some of my energy and went berserk.”

Z was sitting on the ground with her hands wrapped around her knees, the Shadowests squatting closed to her. Briane just finished telling her the accident two days ago, and, somehow, she had an explanation for it. Though there weren’t human casualties, Blame still thought she’s accountable for what has happened.

“Troxe?” Berry looked at her with plain curiosity. “Never heard of it.”

Z’s eyes lingered on the cloth coiling on his arms. Sloane followed her stares and found herself shrinking. She still couldn’t get over the fact that they’ve almost died because she couldn’t do what she was expected to do. Why did Berry expect, though? She was a Noble, a mediocre being who would never be able to go toe-to-toe with a Skipper, let alone do something big as saving other Wielders. She tried to apologize, but Berry dismissed it by saying it was his fault fo