Lucien who was still glowing with borrowed power, descended beside Cielius and Sebas.
For a moment, the three of them stood in silence.
No words were spoken.
They had survived.
But the thought lingered... Whatever being that hand belonged to, it wasn't something they ever wanted to face again.
The hand alone had nearly crushed them. If the full body appeared… the outcome would have been certain death.
Cielius's gaze fell to the Gargoyle Ring on his finger. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard. The power Lucien had borrowed... its aura felt disturbingly similar to that unfathomable entity.
And yet… he knew that it was a force no one in this world could wield without consequence.
He studied Lucien closely. His chest became heavy with worry. 'Would this power destroy my boy from within?'
Then... his fears began to unfold.
The glow wrapped around Lucien flickered… then faded.
