Lucian's POV
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'Lucian?' Elian's mental voice was fainter but firm. 'Stay with me. What do you see? What's the dimension showing—'
"I'm back at the Lunarian throne room," Lucian responded too hastily, fists curling and uncurling. "But... But there's something different."
His father's voice echoed with laughter from everywhere at once, but he didn't see him. All his attention was on the empty throne standing above the dais.
Panic and confusion he loathed swelled in his chest. "I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do. Is... Is my fear my father? Becoming him? I—"
'Only you can answer that question, Lucian.' Elian whispered. 'The manor's chaotic energies are messing with the bond connection. But I'm still h... Ere...'
As if on some twisted divine timing, Elian's voice faded away slowly.
Lucian shouted. "Elian?! Elian, are you okay?" For fuck's sake Amara could've placed more traps in that hell-forsaken manor. "I'm coming to get you. Just—"
