The golden fire surrounding Lucien's Blade of Dawn grew brighter.
Nethros stared at it from across the temple.
For the first time, the ancient being looked uncertain.
"You have awakened the First Light."
Lucien raised his sword.
"And now you're afraid of it."
Nethros's expression hardened.
"Do not mistake caution for fear."
He lifted one hand.
The entire temple...