Marked From Birth
Aurielle was no longer a goddess of light; she was a flickering ghost, her form oscillating between a woman and a silhouette of static.
"What have you done?" Aurielle gasped, her voice sounding like a radio tuned to a dead frequency. "You’ve destroyed the Order. You’ve given the world back to the chaos."
"I’ve given the world back to the people who actually have to live in it," Audrey replied. She was slumped on the floor, her body smoking, her violet scars now permanent, deep ridges of black glass.
Lucas knelt beside her, his light-arm finally extinguished. The prosthetic was now a dull, grey sleeve of inert metal, the "God-Power" drained out of it to break the lens. He looked up as the cei