Lucian's POV
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"Argh—fuck, I feel like I've been torn apart and... And put back together again."
"E–Elian... go without me. I'll only hold you—"
"Gods, Lucian. Please, let me focus!" Elian grunted, hands placed over Lucian's chest.
They were both on the rooftop of a floating crystal tower, a good distance away from the High Matron's obsidian tower. Or whoever that bitch was.
She's a fraud. He's always known something was off about Arcadia's leadership since the Dark Hand attacks started.
"Moon blessed..."
Remembering the High Matron calling Elian that made Lucian frown. She said it with such conviction. Such certainty—
Which meant it was most likely true.
Elian has been the "moon blessed" Aurora saw in her vision all this while. The result of the Ascension protocol experiments. But HOW?
The sky burned red, magic and ozone thick in the air. Kyren battled the capital city's forces toward the north, the shockwaves so powerful that they reached the pair miles away.
