The moment Lucien moved, he felt it. Two spiritual marks burrowed deep into his aura like hooks.
He stiffened. 'Shit! They've already tagged me…'
From behind... Through the chaos of collapsing mountains and raging storms of power, two voices cut across the battlefield. They were sharp and mocking.
Nephralis: "Oh-ho? What's this? Another human?"
Varkhaal: "Impossible. I thought the Celestial Race already gathered the humans from the small world that just emerged."
Nephralis: "And yet one dares walk right into our battlefield. How amusing. Perhaps he crawled out from another hidden realm?"
Lucien darted between fractured ridges as another blast of energy flattened the earth behind him, leaving molten scars across the landscape.
Varkhaal: "Do you sense it? That resonance?"
Nephralis: "A fragment of the Origin Core... He's another bearer."
