Lucian's Undoing
He saw himself—older, bleeding, knees on ash-covered ground, clutching a blade etched with divine runes.
The sky was burning red. The air smelled like metal and rot.
Lucian was fighting something in the distance. So was Kai. So was Dorian. Bodies littered the streets—some human, some monstrous. He couldn’t tell what side anyone was on.
And at the center stood Tristan.
Eyes pitch black. His smile wide, bloody, and unnatural.
Beside him, cloaked in shadows, was Luca—horns now grown from his skull, red markings coiled around his arms like serpents.
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