When Eclipse sat down.
The last few hours blurred together into a swirl of heat, blood, screaming steel—and something else.
He remembered the moment his blade clashed with the Karasu's, the words that he said, the strength that he possessed.
It had been a fight he was never meant to win.
He had only survived because he did something desperate.
Something no sane person would attempt.
Trusting a monster.
He had eaten Cyan.
Not in the literal sense. More like... consumed. Like how you drink a potion and let it settle, bubbling inside you.
But this wasn't just any enchantment potion. It was more like Draught potion, that dangerous alchemical mix he'd once taken and the only reason why he had to be down here in the first place.
