The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

My flesh sparked.
Silvery-white embers erupted over my skin, and out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Casteel step back, and the
wolven retreat. “Get ‘em, girl.”
I smiled as wispy, crackling cords stretched out from
me. Someone gasped, likely an Unseen as glistening
spiderwebs of light stretched out from me, crawling across
the ground in a network of radiant veins. Several Unseen
whirled, started to run, but they wouldn’t make it. I would
ensure that.
In my mind, I saw the webs of light falling upon the
Unseen and Gyrms, their bodies breaking and crumbling,
their weapons dropping and falling to the ground. I focused
on that image as I took all the hate and fear and
nothingness I held in my chest and fed it back through the
many cords.
The rush of power swept over the trees, rattling the
leaves until several fell. The webs of light lifted and then
dropped over the Unseen and the Gyrms, those standing in
the road, the ones running toward us, and even those who’d
fled.
Bones cracked like thunder, arms and legs snapping and
backs twisting. Bodies of inhuman creatures collapsed into
themselves, shattering and sifting like dirt. One after
another, they either broke or crumbled until they were just
things on the ground, and then I pictured the remains
turning to ash to match the piles of dirt.
After all, it seemed unsanitary to leave the bodies
behind.
Silvery-white flames erupted over the still, twisted
things on the ground, swallowing them and fading until all
that remained was ash. The silvery webbing thrummed as
the ancient, raw power pulsed through me.
“Poppy.”
Static crackled through the air as I turned my head to
where Casteel stood on the bank of the road, his chin lifted