Lucian's Undoing
“Power doesn’t come from begging, little vessel. It comes from taking. From claiming.”
Elias squared his shoulders. “Then teach me.”
Azazel grinned. “With pleasure.”
Thal’rean raised a hand—and suddenly, three glowing orbs formed in the air: one blue, one crimson, one gold.
“Your power is divided,” Thal’rean said. “Part divine. Part infernal. Part mortal.”
“The mortal part is the weakest,” Azazel sneered. “But necessary.”
“Learn to weave them together, Elias,” Thal’rean said, eyes glowing. “We will guide you. But only you can harness it.”
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