He looked down at the gray key, its surface seeming to pulse faintly in his grip.
Dark magic.
The element he'd been drawn to for some time now. The power that Malakai had apparently mastered alongside six others.
"The phoenix binding," Jack said slowly, working through implications. "Is that something that can be replicated? Could another Soul Warden do what Malakai did?"
Emberion's laugh was like distant eruptions. "In theory? Perhaps. In practice? The process would likely be fatal to anyone who attempted it. Malakai succeeded because of unique circumstances. The specific phoenix he bound, his mysterious bloodline, centuries of preparation, and quite possibly pure luck that the attempt didn't simply obliterate his soul."
"But it's possible," Jack pressed.
