The Coven of the Cornerstone: The essence stealers

Previously

…"Which way?" Jose croaked, his voice raw. Lorenzo’s gaze swept over the collapsing chamber, the only certainty the immediate danger. "Doesn't matter," he said, his voice grim. "Just… away!" They ran, a desperate flight through the crumbling ruins, the roar of collapsing stone and the lingering scent of burnt magic in their wake. The Coven was gone, their ambition a pyre that consumed them all. But the cost, Lorenzo knew, was far from paid. And in his hand, the obsidian shard pulsed, a dark promise of what was yet to come.