POV: Daniel

Power isn’t silent.

It screams.

It ripped through me like a second heart—louder, older, infinite.

The Covenant wasn’t over. It had found a new home in me, coiled like a serpent under my ribs. Every breath I drew spilled from my lungs warm with light. Every shift of my muscles left a trail of gold in the air. And under all of that, under the seductive illusion of balance, something vast and ancient was smiling.

When I awoke, I couldn’t tell ...