Lucian's Undoing
Instead, he stepped forward, barefoot against the stone, head tilting slightly like he was listening to a frequency only he could hear.
Then he stopped.
“There,” he whispered.
He knelt in the dirt, brushing his fingers over a faint shimmer of air—barely visible, barely there. The others tensed. A moment later, a burst of violet flame erupted from Elias’s palm, burning the illusion away. Beneath it, seared into the stone, was a rune—twisting, malicious, glowing with celestial gold.
Lucian’s breath caught. “That’s—”
“A volatile celestial rune,” Elias finished darkly. “One meant to destabilize divine mind... my mind.”
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