"Don't fight it," Medea's voice cut through his thoughts, guiding him. "Let it flow through you. Don't suppress it. Control it."
Adrian breathed through the storm of emotions, letting them swirl around him but refusing to be swept away. He focused on keeping them contained, like harnessing a wildfire and using its heat without being burned.
Then, something shifted.
A spark ignited deep within his chest, a wellspring of energy that flared to life with the intensity of his emotions. It wasn't just his own power—it was Lilith's seductive, fiery strength, and Medea's cold, calculated wrath, intertwining with his own energy.
Adrian's entire body tingled, the power rising from within him like a surge of electricity coursing through his veins. He clenched his fists, feeling the crackle of dark energy gathering at his fingertips.
Medea opened her eyes, watching closely. "Now," she commanded, "channel it out."
