The bronze coin blazed in Clek's hand.
He stood in the garden, his mother's words echoing in his mind like a promise. *The power is not a weapon, Clek. It's a gift. A gift that can be shared with others.* He had spent his entire life fighting alone, carrying the weight of the Keeper's power on his shoulders. But now, he understood. He didn't have to fight alone.
Seraphina moved to his side, her hand resting on his. "You're ready, Clek. I can feel it."
"Ready for what?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Ready to share the power." She smiled, the expression soft and warm. "Ready to create a new generation of Keepers."
Clek felt the truth of her words like a physical blow. A new generation of Keepers. An army of light. A new hope for the world.
"How do I do it?" he asked, his voice
