C42 Child of prophecy

Silence.

Lucas’s eyes fluttered open to dust and ruin. The chamber was gone—nothing but fractured stone and scorched earth stretching into darkness. His body screamed with pain, every bone aching, his skin burned from both fire and light.

“Vashti…” he rasped, dragging himself across the rubble. His claws scraped against stone as he crawled, desperation ripping through him