As the mythical core disintegrated into nothingness, the rune faded from the world alongside Draven's dreams of power. The king fell back into his chair, recognizing that Arthur was telling the truth.
"But you promised me power, knowing that I cannot receive it," Draven said as he raised his head toward Arthur. "How could you be this shrewd and twisted?"
"I promised you power before understanding a lot of things," Arthur said before he sat back down and unfurled his palm toward Draven. "And I have no desire to use this against you. I warned you of the consequences, but the decision will be yours."
Draven was silent, mulling over his decision and aching. Arthur made it seem akin to suicide, but he believed that there was a way to receive this power.
"How can I increase my spiritual energy?" asked Draven at last. Arthur was silent before he turned to Julia and nodded. She strode forward toward the king and placed down a stack of papers on the table.
