Lucian Reed departed with his shadow panther, the creature's oil-slick fur rippling like liquid night as it melted into the gloom. Though he’d only mentioned teaching Elian Thorne personally, he’d given no specifics. Yet Silas Locke, who knew his employer’s every micro-expression, recognized the subtle lift in Lucian’s shoulders—the man was in an exceptionally, dangerouslygood mood. The legacy of the Cyber-Knights had teetered on the brink of extinction with Lucian’s generation. Silas had watched him select and meticulously train successor after promising successor, only to see each one shatter against the impossible demands of the Path. Neither Silas nor Evander Vale could walk it themselves, and the silent weight of that failure hung heavy in the sterile air of Penitentiary-18. Elian T

