He sat in the empty training hall, feeling lost.
He didn't know where to start.
The first time he tried to use his godly power, it ended horribly. He collapsed, body burning from the inside out. The pain wasn't as bad as before, but it still felt like his entire body locked up—like the worst muscle cramp he'd ever had.
He lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, wishing Orion was here.
Someone to explain how this works. Someone to guide him.
But no one came.
Just silence.
Then he remembered something. The old man—he saw back when he was drowning in the River Styx. His voice echoing in the dark. "Trust your shadows."
Kael blinked.
He sat up slowly. "Why not," he muttered. "Not like I got another option."
The shadows had always been there—wrapped around him since the day he was born. They protected him. They had never let him down. Plus, they were his father's power.
So maybe they knew what to do.
He sat down again. Crossed his legs. Closed his eyes.
The room was quiet.
