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Please, Your Majesty. We need you.
Adrian.
Wake up, Caelan. Protect your family.
Rayne.
Caelan released the last of his hold on his old life and reached for the energy that had been growing and tangling with his soul. It had buzzed and shredded little bits of him for months now, weakening and killing him while weaving into his very essence.
He’d tasted it when he lost his temper with Nyx.
It had nearly killed him when he used it against Safa.
And now he had to embrace it.
A scream was ripped from him again as the world exploded into piercing white light.
Caelan blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to focus. When the brightness receded, he found himself standing where the godstone had been, his sword clenched in his right hand. He touched his throat to find the deep, ugly slash was gone. There was no pain at all. If anything, he felt disconnected and edgy. Power snapped and arced through every molecule of his body. Images and fragmented memories collided in his brain.
Lifting his gaze, his eyes settled on four faces he knew. His friends. His family. The only people who truly knew him. Loved him.
“Cael,” Drayce said brokenly. He was on his knees, seeming unable to move a step closer. His eyes were wide while tears streaked down his pale, dirty cheeks. “You were dead…again.”
“How are you alive?” Rayne asked in a shaking voice.
Caelan lifted his empty hand and stared at the palm. Energy overflowed from every pore. He was different now. He was…
“I’m not,” he whispered. “I think…I think I’m a god now.”
Yeah, that just happened.
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