Isiah was taken completely aback by the man's comparison of his energy signature to that of his older brother. The mere mention of Lucas Duncan's name sent a violent chill running down his spine, for he knew all too well the apocalyptic devastation his brother had wrought upon the world.
Lucas was the monster who had ushered in the cataclysm, the prodigy who had contracted Eijar and wielded the forbidden power of the dark grimoire with terrifying ease.
Isiah had always held a silent, consuming awe for his brother's unparalleled strength and boundless abilities, but he had never imagined their core energies could share such an identical, distinct wavelength.
In Isiah's mind, Lucas was far more than a mere mortal. He was a generational anomaly, a dark talent who had shattered every established rule of power and left the world in ruins.
"Have you met Lucas?" Isiah demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerously quiet register.
