Kiara's POV
Elena stood before me, her fingers twitching as she channeled the spell. The strands of Veryon's hair hovered in the air, encased in glowing magic. The room flickered with light as her power surged, the very air pulsing around us.
I held my breath.
Then, the vision hit.
For a moment, nothing made sense. Shadows, mist, a dark, looming structure—Veryon stood at its center. Relief almost flooded through me until he turned. His crimson eyes gleamed with something unnatural, his features twisted in a way that was not him.
It was Lust.
Veryon was trapped inside, forced to watch as Lust controlled his body.
A sharp pain struck my chest. He's alive. He's suffering.
Elena's face twisted in frustration. "This isn't just possession," she muttered. "Lust has fully merged with him. If we try to just tear the spirit away—"
"He could die." I finished for her.
Silence.
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists. "Then we find another way."
Elena hesitated. "Lucius—"
