LUCY
For more than a full second, I am utterly speechless.
Me? A power source?
It would have been almost funny, if not for the grave, heavy look settled over Tavric's face.
He isn't joking. He genuinely believes I'm some vessel of potency—significant enough that a priestess from Ashkara traveled across borders specifically to find it.
That nation alone lends his words a terrifying weight. Ashkara is the heart of our world's mystic arts, a place of prophecies and ancient magic that even other royals speak of carefully.
For a Seer from those lands to seek out the Supreme Alpha King means this source was never a small matter.
Yet how could that possibly be me? I'm just—
My brow furrows as my mind traitorously supplies the image of the woman I saw staring back at me in the bathroom mirror. The "upgraded" version of Lucy Drakonia.
