The magic within
And then the Prisoner roared, using his body like a weapon, flinging Killian backward into the crypt wall hard enough to crack stone.
As Killian staggered up, ribs screaming, the Prisoner lifted Daryl to his feet fully. His body moved with inhuman precision, silver light spilling from the cracks in his skin like molten steel.
The skeletal monks halted mid-strike, as though bowing before him.
And through his mouth, the Prisoner declared:
“This flesh is mine. This blood is mine. And with it, I will break the world’s spine.”
The guild froze.
Harlow’s sword wavered.
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