Claimed by the Seven Alphas
My post-neck gland detonated inside the pillar of light.
Pure luminescence flooded my senses, washing away every shred of pain. Golden light erupted from the deepest core of the gland, enveloping my entire body in a translucent, gilded aura.
The Lily of the Valley pheromones transformed utterly in that single heartbeat. No longer the crisp, cold sweetness of before. Now they carried the deep, ancient weight of aged wine, a cask unsealed after centuries buried underground. Light poured from my palm. It didn't shoot outward. It drifted upward, like a wisp of ignited smoke, rising until it struck the black stone wall above the dome, the one etched with the names of every Wolf Emperor in history
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