Watching the Supreme crumble to dust within the blinding light, Emery could not help the tremor that ran through him.
He had failed.
Emotion stirred in his chest — grief, and something colder beneath it.
Then, a heartbeat later, at the very spot where the patriarch had perished, a brilliant flare suddenly blossomed.
A single candlelight.
Its flame was pure beyond description, yet it radiated with a brilliance comparable to the sun itself. Slowly, the flame stabilized as a delicate golden casing materialized around its base, taking the unmistakable form of an ancient lantern forged from condensed cosmic law.
Emery froze.
He immediately understood what he was looking at.
A Burning Lantern.
Having studied the mysteries of the Supreme realm, the sight before him finally made sense.
