MARICK POV
*trigger warning- Horror vibes*
The fire had lowered by the time I turned my attention back to the sphere, not dying, never something so simple, but contained, obedient, drawn into a precise circle that licked at the ground around her in slow, deliberate movements, like it understood its limits, like everything here did now, like everything had learned.
She was in the middle of it.
Kneeling—or trying to, at least.
Spirits didn’t kneel properly, not after a while, not after they lost the memory of weight, of bones, of gravity pulling them down into something solid, but she still tried, shoulders hunched inward, arms wrapped around herself as if that gesture still meant protection, as if there was still something left to protect. Plus, almost a third of her spirit was already
