Lucien stared at the ancient throne.
Three symbols burned across its surface.
Light.
Void.
Balance.
The First Sovereign stood behind it, waiting.
"Sit."
Lucien looked at Nethros.
His former enemy stood beside the Sovereign, completely consumed by darkness.
"Nethros."
There was no response.
The black mark on Nethros's forehead pulsed.
Seraphina moved closer to Lucien.
"Don't do it."
The Sovereign smiled.
"Then watch."
He lifted his...