"The stabilizer," Dezyne said, voice quieter now. "Someone once told me never to use it unless absolutely necessary. Like deciding between life and death. We need to break the thing that restricts your power."
Devon's brows knitted. "A seal?"
Dezyne shook his head.
"No, something far stronger. Something Father had left behind in his journals before he died. As we both know, father defied the laws of the living by staying beside mother. Even when his physical form was no longer alive."
Dezyne's fingers tightened around the vial. "This is something meant to stabilize our bloodlines when the ancient magic becomes too much."
Devon stared at him. "You came here… just to give me that?"
"No." Dezyne's eyes flashed. "I came here because I felt your core crushing itself, even from across the kingdoms, Devon. Do you understand how catastrophic that is?"
Devon didn't answer.
Dezyne exhaled shakily. Anger drained from his face, replaced by something raw. Something he rarely showed.
