Chapter 32: Mindtrap
A jolt like a lightning strike fired through every nerve in Silas Lucerna’s body.
Everything Aric Blackthorn had just done: every calculated twitch, every soul-shredding surge of strength, felt like a hallucination wearing reality’s skin.
But it was real.
From the very first ambush, back in that blood-slicked hall, Silas had sensed it. This Blackthorn boy wasn’t just dangerous. He was an existential riddle wrapped in psionic malice.
And now, as he watched Aric shatter another layer of combat logic, Silas was beginning to understand just how deep that riddle went.
The Lucerna Clan lived in the folds of milliseconds. Born of synaptic mastery, their bloodline bent time’s tempo. Their thoughts fired faster than lightning, reflexes compressed into quantum rhythms, the
