"What my talent can do?" It was at this moment that realization struck Asher like a blade through the chest.
All this while, the Mortal Scroll had spoon-fed him knowledge, guiding his hand and telling him what was possible, but when the Kingmaker had spoken of his gift… there was nothing.
No records, no guiding script. When he trained with Zorah, when he sparred with Zenas, he had been left to stumble into it blind.
So, like every other soul ever given a talent, he had to discover its truth by himself. Yet when the Kingmaker had called him a bridge, he had clung to that word, hook, line, and sinker.
"You haven't thought of it, have you?" Zenas' voice drew him back. The Archduke began pacing slowly around him, sword lazily spinning in his hand with each step, sparks of power hissing with every turn of the blade.
