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Chapter 16

Auteur: Kelvin Foster
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Chapter Sixteen: Heir of the Void

The silence in the cave broke with a single breath—a low exhale from the figure who stood before them.

He wasn’t Lucien. But he was Lucien.

His features were a mosaic of faces Lyra recognized—Killian’s chiseled jawline, Lucien’s smirk, even a touch of something ancient, something more monstrous than any alpha or vampire she’d faced before.

His eyes gleamed—one golden, one blood-red—and his skin shimmered with dark, shifting runes that pulsed with a life of their own.

Killian staggered to his feet beside her, his body still weak from the ritual. “No… this shouldn’t be possible. We ended him.”

Seren’s voice was low with dread. “No, you sealed him. But this—this isn’t just Lucien. It’s something else. Something born from the residue of corrupted power.”

The figure tilted his head, examining them with a childlike curiosity. “So fragile,” he mused. “You burned the host. Stripped the soul. But you left behind the flame... and I was born from the ashes.”

He
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