Zeke, on the other hand, was grinning gleefully. They had succeeded. They had fucking succeeded. It was a huge gamble, one that could have cost Damon his life and Aurevion two Neo-Nephilim Emperors. But against all odds, they had pulled it off.
Every Emperor was an important figure, as their bloodline was only inferior to Cass and Zeke themselves, which said something about their potential. And Zeke had no qualms about holding the two—Damon's life and the two potential Neo-Nephilim Emperors—in the same regard. To him, they were equally valuable, each a pillar of what was to come.
He clapped his hands together, the sound sharp and final. "Well then, let's test your limits."
Damon frowned, rubbing his temple as if trying to stave off an impending headache. "What do you mean by my limits? You do realize that I'm back to being unawakened, don't you?"
Zeke's smirk deepened. "I do. But—"
