The Hall of Seals blazed with golden and silver light.

Lucien stood motionless as the Blade of Dawn rested firmly in his hand.

Ancient runes spread across the blade, climbing up his arm like streams of living light. The silver ring King Caelan had given him began to glow, resonating with the sacred sword.

A powerful surge of energy swept through the chamber.

Every warrior—friend and foe alike—was forced to shield their eyes.

"The Blade..." Oracle Selene whispered in amazement.

"It has accepted him."

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Far across the hall, the Shadow Sovereign stopped attacking Arkan.

Its enormous crimson eyes fixed on Lucien.

"No..."

Its voice echoed like thunder.

"That sword...