Luke and Soltair fought with fury, but whenever they clashed, it was light that prevailed over the dark. What I had seen when I'd interfered with their fight was even more obvious now that I knew what to look for. Every second the battle dragged on, Soltair grew stronger. I didn't know why, only that it was tied to the dragon he rode. A shining thread wove their souls together, drawing mana between them with ever-increasing intensity.
It was that power that had threatened Luke, that power which Fable sacrificed himself to reset. It was like a Blood Reckoning that didn't require power, just time spent together. Who knew how long Soltair had been building it over the clouds above, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And Luke had just bided his time, unaware that the opponent he was waiting to fight was doing far more than he.
