C273 THE ALPHA SPIRIT HAWK

The sun rose like a bloody eye over the Grey Wastelands.

The Young Prince stood at the edge of the dust. He looked back at the palace one last time. He didn't see Aria at the window, but he felt the mark on his chest throb. It was a warning.

"Don't get sentimental, little brother," the Second Prince spat. He was already shifting. His bones popped and cracked as he grew into a massive