Phantom nodded, and Ikenga laid a hand on his head. Phantom's eyes took on a faint purple glow as Ikenga's voice echoed with authority. "When the seal is broken, the mages will know. They will come for you. This is what you must do to avoid your death."
Ikenga removed his hand, and Phantom stared at him in surprise. "Is that even possible, my lord?"
Ikenga laughed, shaking his head. "You still don't know enough about yourself or your power—especially how you came to be."
Leaning slightly closer, Ikenga's tone turned sharp, laced with finality. "You are no longer an ordinary being, child. You are a curse. A higher-tier one. Act like it."
Phantom's faces flickered rapidly, shifting through a spectrum of emotions—confusion, realization, and then a flicker of pride. The glow in his eyes dimmed slightly as he lowered his head in acknowledgment. "I understand, my lord. I will act as befits my nature."
