Snow watched with bated breath as Corva stepped into the ring with the person known as Titan, Lucius Kane, or whatever the fuck his name was. The only thing she noticed was that an oppressive darkness surrounded him.
No one else seemed to see it, but Snow somehow saw the truth. Darkness poured off him like a waterfall and infected the very earth upon which he walked. It made her sick to her stomach. Yet... it felt right. The darkness called out to her and begged her to join it. Despite herself, she felt tempted to accept its offer.
A cold sensation tickled the base of her skull, and the mark on her left hand began to burn slightly. Snow felt the urge to follow, to bend, to obey. Why? Why now, why here, why him?
