Elias reached for the Elder Talent, and he thought he heard the cry of something in the air. The sound was strange, but he understood that his talent had been waiting.
The cracked moon in his Lumina Space was brighter now, the red light bleeding through the fissures so bright that his Ageless Echo could see nothing else.
Elias had noted that every time he used his talent, the cracks on the moon were spreading. It was as if the moon was breaking open and beneath it, something was rising.
This should scare him, and he did not care, nor did he fight it. How else would he master a power that he feared to unleash?
There may have been a small part of him that had been afraid, perhaps, of what it would make him, of the changes it would carve into his flesh, or the way it would strip away the last remnants of the boy he had been.
