NOMI
The man in the grey tunic didn't back down. Hunger was a hell of a drug, and it had clearly blunted his survival instincts. "Noctyrr or not, this is Dreymont land. You’re a long way from home, Prince. We found her. She’s ours to harvest."
Lucien didn't argue. He didn't even stop smiling.
He moved so fast the air itself seemed to snap. One moment he was ten feet away; the next, he had the leader by the throat, hoisting the tall, pale man off the ground with a single hand. A surge of golden light flared around Lucien’s arm, not fire, but a raw, pressurized weight of aether that made the pressure on my lungs a hundred fold, my head pounding in a splitting headache.
"Power isn't just a name," Lucien whispered, his voice vibrating with a sudden, terrifying resonance. "It’s the ability
