Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise
The Sleepless One had fused with him.
“You think you can stand against eternity, child?” His voice was layered — one tone human, the other ancient and hollow. “You are the dream, and I am the waking that devours it.”
Saraphina’s breath shook, but she lifted her chin. “No, Malrec. You’re just afraid of what happens when dreams stop fearing you.”
He raised his hand, and the air thickened with black fire. Lucian stepped forward, wings unfurling — dark and magnificent, blotting out the dying light. The first strike hit him square in the chest, throwing him backward, but he recovered, slashing through the flames.