Chapter Seventy-Two

Ethan wheezed as the strong torment all of a sudden died down, leaving him feeling empty and depleted. His vision cleared, and he found himself on the ground on bended knees, the monster towering over him, observing with those profound golden eyes that appeared to hold the weight of the world. The power of the light had settled inside him, not warring for control but throbbing with a relentless, musical beat that coordinated the thrum of his very heart.

Clara and Marcus hurried to his side, their faces etched with concern. Clara knelt beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. “Ethan, are you okay? What happened?”

Ethan looked up at her, his eyes still shining faintly with the fragments of the light’s power. “I… I think I did it. I think I’ve contained it, but I’m not sure what will happen next.”

The beast brought down its head, its look still bolted onto Ethan. “You have taken the first step, but the journey is just beginning. The light is bound to you now, but it remains powerfu