Lucien's eyes sharpened, like a blade pressed to the throat. "You saw it yourself. The soul fragment sealed in the Mourning Depths—the one you stumbled upon—it leaked. Even bound, even split, Mark's will seeped through. He found a body to possess, to crawl back into existence, before you shattered the seal and released him entirely. Do you understand what that means, Max? Even sealed, even buried, he endured. He clawed back."
His words struck like thunder, his tone absolute. "Even his soul cannot be erased. It cannot be killed. As long as this world still breathes, as long as its skies stand and its earth holds firm… Mark will live. He simply cannot be destroyed."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
