Kelvin leaned back in his chair, staring at the vials of blood on his desk. The mixture still bubbled faintly, glowing with the potential for power he had barely tasted. His fingers drummed impatiently on the table. He knew he was close to unlocking something incredible, but there was more work to be done—more blood to be spilled.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. The elders were expecting him to continue preparations for Lord Rahul's resurrection, but they were nothing more than relics of the past. Kelvin had no intention of serving under an ancient leader; his vision was much bigger. He wanted control, not to be a pawn in some archaic ritual. He had tasted power, and he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers.
Suddenly, the door to the lab swung open. One of his trusted lieutenants, Aaron, entered with an urgent expression on his face.
