Lucien and Riaku were in the centre of the sanctuary, atop the open claws of an enormous stone Phoenix.
The avian king held up the sword named Sorrow and offered it with both hands to the redhead.
"Be careful that you don't cut yourself," he gently warned.
Sorrow buzzed with anticipation the moment Lucien's hands came into contact with it.
Seed of the apocalypse it whispered. You've returned to me.
Riaku stared at Lucien's expressionless face, knowing that the demon in the weapon was active. He could feel the energy of the sword change with every passing second.
"Why do you call me that?" Lucien asked it. "What does it mean?"
Your destiny calls, Lucien. Between Light and Shadows, the battle has begun. Once and for all, the seed planted in you will bring the destruction of one. You are the apocalypse.
"Say something that makes sense. What destiny are you talking about?"
