The Kings Omega
The blade, which was crushed between his fingers, seemed to melt, the steel flowing into his skin, merging with his body, becoming a part of him.
He raised his now-transformed hand, which was no longer flesh and bone, but a living, shifting metal, a blade of flesh and steel that was a testament to the Weaver's power.
"Your move, little brother," the Weaver's voice purred, a smug, confident murmur that was laced with a dark, seductive power.
Kaelen stared at the monster that had been his friend, his mind a whirlwind of desperate, creative energy. He was outmatched. He was outgunned. He was out of time.
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