Chapter 171: Act II, Scene V: The Sacred Rise
Kardrax stared at his hands. They trembled, ever so slightly. Not from fear. Not from exhaustion. Something deeper. A resonance, brief, strange, like a ripple in blood that wasn’t his.
"What was that?" he muttered.
But he didn’t have time to think.
Akedios moved.
Threads of black curled outward, twisting from his hand like lazy vines, reaching for Kardrax’s body.
Kardrax’s fingers twitched. Crimson beams snapped from his fingertips, cutting through the threads. They shattered in the air, crumbling into glowing ash.
Akedios sighed.
"Losing focus already? That’s not like you."
Kardrax flexed his hand.
"Patience, priest. I’ve got time for every ant in line."
Kardrax stared at his hands. They trembled, ever so slightly. Not from fear. Not from exhaustion. Something deeper. A resonance, brief, strange, like a ripple in blood that wasn’t his.
"What was that?" he muttered.