"Axton, wait!"
Marcus's voice was sharp with alarm.
"You don't know what that will do! The crystal is connected to their entire network! If you overload it with your power..."
"That's the point," Axton said, his voice dangerously calm.
His eyes were locked on the small, dark crystal in his hand.
He could feel it. The faint, residual connection to its master. A psychic thread stretching across the continent, leading back to the spider at the center of the web.
Argus, the Grand Inquisitor.
The Council member who thought he was an untouchable god, pulling strings from the safety of his hidden sanctuary.
He had sent a message written in the blood of others.
Axton was about to send a reply written in pure, annihilating power.
"He thinks he is safe," Axton said, his voice a low growl.
