The Blood Throne Trial had ended. Lucien Mason didn't return as the same man who vanished beneath Lilith's crimson gaze—he returned as something far greater.
His mansion, though battered and burned, still stood amidst the ruins of Bloodmist Hollow. Lightning danced overhead like a crown of wrath for the ascended one. The very air around the structure shimmered with residual power, as if reality itself was still adjusting to his transformation.
Lucien stepped into the moonlight, his body crackling with divine force. Dark veins of crimson pulsed across his arms, like rivers of corrupted fire beneath his skin. His hair had grown wilder, cascading past his shoulders in waves of midnight black streaked with blood-red highlights. His eyes blazed with an inner light that seemed to devour shadows, and his aura pressed down on everything within fifty meters like the weight of night itself.
