Lucian's Undoing
The other guard, a woman named Lyra, looked back and forth between Lucian and Elias, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, as if instinctively ready to fight.
“What is it?” Lucian’s voice was cold.
Emory swallowed, his eyes darting nervously. “We felt a... presence. A dark presence. The air has changed. And... there’s something else.” He stepped forward, cautiously, as though afraid to approach too closely. “A flower. A rare one. A dark flower. It’s here.”
Lucian’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what they were talking about. The Black Bloom. A flower tied to the use of dark magic. A flower that could only grow in places soaked in dark energy—energy like that which Isadora wielded
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