Lord Hilton stood near the goddess statue, his anger simmering beneath the surface, dark crimson aura erupting from his body in a terrifying display of raw power. The shockwave it sent reverberated throughout the estate, shaking the very ground. His fury was unbound, each pulse of energy a reminder of his failure. He should have seen this coming.
David had been growing suspiciously strong for some time now, and instead of questioning it, Hilton had allowed himself to believe that things were under control. He had foolishly thought his son would confide in him, reveal the source of this newfound strength. But now, David had reached the goddess statue—the one monument no one in the De Gor lineage had ever touched.
"Damn it," Hilton cursed under his breath, his aura swelling again, threatening to explode in another violent outburst.
