The world had not settled since Louis's awakening. If anything, the mayhem had only escalated.
Rumors spread like wildfire. Some whispered of a miracle, others of an abomination. Some claimed he was the return of divine will, while others branded him a deceiver, a false light meant to lead the faithful astray. The Vatican had already dispatched envoys to seek him out, but their intentions were unclear. And in the shadows, assassins from the depths of Hell had begun their hunt.
Louis could feel the weight of it all pressing on him, but he had no time to dwell on it.
He had spent the past seven days training, trying to understand the power within him, but it was like grasping at light—tangible for a moment before slipping through his fingers. Elyon guided him, offering insight where he could, but even he admitted that Louis was an anomaly, unlike anything before.
And now, another trial was upon him.
