Blood Beneath the Cypress Knees
The floodwaters slammed against the plantation walls, roaring like a beast, carrying debris and splintered wood through mud-choked fields. The High Hunter advanced relentlessly, massive, calculating, red eyes locked on every flicker of movement.
Lucien’s hands flared with gold energy, but this time, it wasn’t just raw force. He drew upon something deeper—something no one had ever seen before. His body began to glow, veins of golden light spreading across his skin, and a hum resonated through the air. The storm itself seemed to recognize it, lightning cracking closer, thunder vibrating in response.
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