The Lycan King's Outcast Omega
For one perfect moment, everything stills – Alaric and I connected through our bond, Cassius caught between us, the extraction equipment still humming with corrupted energy.
Then chaos erupts.
Cassius slams his hand onto an emergency control, and corruption energy floods the chamber – not through the equipment now, but as raw power filling the air. "If I can't have those abilities," he snarls, "no one will."
The corruption surge heads directly toward me, a wave of destructive force that would burn out any healing abilities it touches. But my powers have been studying this corruption, learning it, understanding its fundamental nature.
Instead of backing away, I step toward it. Hands extended,