What Leon had done to the lunatic wasn't something necromancy could patch over.
Death was supposed to mean the collapse of body, mind, and soul.
He had attacked far more than that. His strike had torn into the creature's fate itself, cutting through the thread that anchored its existence.
That was why he hadn't even considered using Elizabeth's talent.
Her power could call a corpse back from the veil, but this thing hadn't simply died.
It had been erased.
Nothing remained to resurrect.
So he had reached for something else.
He'd taken inspiration from Elizabeth's talent, the idea of pulling a fallen being back, and fused that with Adrian's authority to rebel against destiny. Concept layered on concept.
Possibility forced into a place where none existed.
On the lunatic, he'd applied that insight—countering its fatal fate, stitching the severed thread, forcing a future back into something that had none.
And it worked.
For a moment.
Then the flaw revealed itself.
