Vivian’s rage is etched into her face. Her arms are flailing, trying to inflict damage on the person she feels kept her from greatness.
Corb embodies a life filled with failure. He represents every insult Vivian had to endure. She sees Corb as every man she pleased to move forward in a life she knew was beyond her reach.
Thrashing, writhing, and screaming, Vivian is pinned by an unseen force. Corb is clutching her and preventing her from moving forward.
The corpses at her feet slide away from the two facing off with immense power.
Aðalborinn searches for the origin of her abilities. Her desire to absorb the full breadth of the power of being The Redeemer’s daughter runs headlong into her father’s lifelong enemies.
While her father endures the Vivian conflict, can Aðalborinn keep her crew alive long enough to find and destroy the real threat?