C367 RUNNING TO THE WILD

"Look at the light, Aria. It’s changing," the Young Prince whispered. His grip on her hand became so tight it felt as though he were trying to merge their bones. He wasn't looking at the army anymore. He was looking at the gold that wrapped around their wrists, which was no longer bright.

A sickly gray haze began to bleed into the golden glow. It crawled along the thread like a slow-moving rot