The magic within
One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger.
“You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.”
Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back.
“I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.”
“Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”
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