Vermont had been a branch family member once, considered inferior by the main bloodline simply because his parents hadn't been important enough.
But Elizabeth's father had seen talent where others saw only breeding, had cultivated Vermont's abilities without restriction or prejudice, had given him resources and training that turned raw potential into genuine S rank power.
And Vermont had repaid that trust with loyalty so absolute it bordered on religious devotion.
The convoy crossed the invisible boundary separating Murdock territory from neutral ground, leaving behind the lands where the family's influence was strongest.
Night was falling, shadows lengthening across empty fields.
Elizabeth's eyes suddenly rolled back, whites showing completely, her body going rigid.
Vision!
The shared mental space of her Seer ability opened like a chasm, dragging her consciousness into futures that hadn't happened yet.
Bodies.
Burning ground.
Purple lightning fighting orange fire.
