For several long seconds, nobody spoke. The wind howled across the shattered mountainside. Silver guardians stood frozen around them. The Fallen Celestial remained kneeling. And Lucian stared at everyone as though they had collectively lost their minds. ⸻ “The King has returned.” ⸻ The ancient creature’s words continued echoing through the battlefield. ⸻ Lucian folded his arms. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Dante groaned loudly. ⸻ “There he goes again.” ⸻ Kael rubbed his temples. ⸻ “I don’t know why I expected a different response.” ⸻ Even in the middle of an apocalypse, Lucian remained stubborn. ⸻ Amara would have laughed if her heart wasn’t trying to pound out of her chest. ⸻ Because unlike Lucian— She had seen the vision. ⸻ She had seen the ancient king. ⸻ And somehow… The resemblance was impossible to ignore. ⸻ Not physically. The king from the vision had possessed silver-gold eyes and darker hair. His features were older. Sharper. More regal. ⸻ But the energy…
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