{Step Twelve}
Emir had finally become an Archon.
It felt strange. Not the power—that felt right. Like it had always been waiting for him. Like the universe had finally acknowledged what he already knew.
No, what felt strange was the balance.
The contradiction.
He had walked the path of the Unblessed, carving his own fate with nothing but raw will. And yet, here he was, touching Godhood. A Divine Spark now burned inside him, proving that even gods had to recognize him.
Vardyn promise held true.
Emir now possessed a Reaper's Unique Ability.
Death itself bent to him, even as he stood outside fate's grip.
His system updated. A new stat blinked into existence.
Spirit.
He had been waiting for that. Holding back. He had an ability—a Spirit-related ability—that he hadn't been able to unlock. Not until now.
Lyra and Ragnar weren't far behind. Their boons were nothing to scoff at either.
