Lucian's Undoing
“Let them see him. Let them follow him.”
A younger priest frowned. “You mean to use him. What if we lose him?”
“If we don’t use him,” the elder snapped, “we lose everything. He can be our rallying cry. Or our shield.”
“Or our sacrifice,” someone muttered.
The elder didn’t deny it.
A loud clang echoed through the room. A blinding golden light cut through the ceiling as a divine messenger descended. Cloaked in flowing white, eyes like fire, the being stepped forward.
“Amaria sends her word,” the messenger said, voice ringing clear. “You will not use Elias as your pawn.”
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