THE ATMOSPHERE didn't just shatter; it underwent a molecular shift.
As Lucson stood between Mailah and Seryn, he didn't draw a weapon. He didn't even move his hands from his sides. Instead, he simply exhaled, and the silver of his eyes didn't just glow—it ignited into a searing, blinding white.
It wasn't a blast of fire or a physical shockwave. It was a manifestation of pure presence.
Seryn shrieked, a sound of genuine, unadulterated shock. She was a Princess of the Third Circle, but she was being confronted by a force that operated on a different celestial frequency.
She threw up a shield, her heels skidding across the floor as the pressure of Lucson's light slammed into her.
"Go!" Lucson's voice didn't just travel through the air; it resonated within Mailah, a command that brooked no hesitation.
