"Mercy is the privilege of those who have already won, and the rest must wield Law like a blade."
I rose from the furs, leaving Elias wrapped in the profound, regenerating peace of the Crestwood Law. The scent of Crownspice was a thick, sweet shield around him, a declaration that the Anchor was inviolable. Every breath I took was now powered by the combined might of my ancestors and my future. The chaotic rush was gone; what remained was pure, cold, irresistible power.
My eyes, still holding the silver-gold shimmer of the merged Law, swept the chamber. The threat wasn't neutralized; it was merely delayed. Vorath's trackers, his main assault, were still out there, regrouping, sensing the massive shift in power, and undoubtedly interpreting the sudden silence as a trap.
There was no more time for intricate defence, and my Alpha King powers demanded dominion.
