Cassian's breath hitched as he stared at the relic before him.
It hovered slightly above the crystal-like orb swirling with veins of light and darkness at the same time. The ancient symbols pulsed faintly across its surface in a language older than the kingdom itself.
It was like the relic had come to life.
A rush of power seeped through the chamber almost becoming a palpable material. Cassian's orange eyes reflected the light of the relic, gleaming with unseen hunger and greed.
"So this... is the power you all hid from me." his voice came out, low and raspy but dangerous enough to send a shiver crawling down Xypherion's spine.
The old physician stumbled backward, his trembling hands clutching at his robe.
"My lord, you do not understand— the relic cannot be touched by rejected hands. It's bound to the bloodline of—"
Cassian turned to him slowly, cutting off his words with a single glare.
