BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
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"How death holds me in tender arms."
Macau, China September, 2024
LUCY INSPECTED THE PEOPLE surrounding them. It was a little disheartening that she had been too busy trying to keep Xialing and Katy safe that she hadn't felt the ancient soul standing before her. She would've been able to feel him miles away, if only she cared enough to look for the source of the oldness. His soul was rich with growth and filled with darkness. It was strange. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen before.
The man with the machete arm was back, standing beside a man dressed in a white dress shirt– the old soul, older than what should have been possible. Lucy waved her hand, and the darkness around Xialing dispersed.
She looked at the older man, who had ten ominous rings over his forearms.
She narrowed her eyes as pure energy thrummed from them. It was ancient– almost as ancient as herself; as the Obsidian Enchantress. She looked at him, and hesitated. How powerful were the rings? Stronger than herself?
Lucy looked at Katy.
She let the darkness continue moving around her, before turning to face the paneless window. She went to step off of it when she felt the energy thrum alive. She clenched her jaw as five rings suddenly circled her. She pressed against them but her efforts were futile.
The rings chained her in an arc of energy and Lucy fell to her knees, struggling against the damn things. She was stronger than this– what the hell was this energy? Where did he even find the rings?
"Don't– don't hurt her." Xialing said, though she seemed a bit fearful to actually help her.
Lucy was glad Xialing was smart.
She lifted her head to look at the older man.
She squinted at him.
"You don't look that impressive." She decided.
Xialing stiffened.
Katy looked back and forth, unsure of what to do.
"You are lucky." The older man stated as he stood before her. "That I am indebted to your handler."
Lucy opened her mouth to ask him what he meant by that, because uh. . .which handler was he talking about? It couldn't have been Henry, right?
