Third person POV:
The air ripped apart.
Each blow between Lincoln and Varyn warped the world around them—fire and darkness fold into each other, shattering sound into stillness. The castle trembled with every strike. The opposing army could only watch as two warriors melted into red and black light, their strength making the earth glass.
Varyn's laughter echoed above the din. "Behold you! You've become what you feared most."
Lincoln's teeth gritted. Every movement jolted lightning through his veins; the red lines coursing along his body ached with every heartbeat. The whisper of the damned blood pounded within his mind, no longer serene, but ravenous. More, it beckoned. "Let me complete this. Finish him."
He struggle to maintain control, breathing air into his lungs that no longer bel
