Lucien's lips parted, a strange light flickering past his pupils. He seemed as if he were excited.
Then he let out a laugh.
"Hahaha…"
The sound was deep, and rather intimidating at the same time.
"You think this changes anything, old ghost?" His voice was no longer his own. It was layered, vast, almost as if it belonged to someone else. "You lost once. You'll lose again. This world is mine. These pieces are mine. And when I finish what I started, there won't be enough of you left to haunt a memory."
His words lingered in the air.
Kael felt it before he saw it—a pulling sensation, like falling through ice into black water. The platform dissolved. The sky dissolved. Everything dissolved, replaced by a vision so vivid it felt more real than reality itself.
He was standing in a place that had no name.
