Claiming the Council

Kaelen's violet eyes flash with ancient energy as he steps forward, his aura thickening the air. 'You call us unnatural?' he purrs, his voice dripping with menace. 'Let me show you nature rewritten.' Lysander feels the claiming mark sear his skin as their combined power surges, golden light mingling with violet tendrils that wrap around the enforcers. One council member stumbles back, gasping, 'Impossible—their energies are merging!' Kaelen turns to Lysander, whispering against his lips, 'Now they'll know who truly rules this world.' Isolde watches with a proud smile while Seraphina quickly drafts a new treaty, her ink-stained fingers flying across parchment as Darius stands guard, knuckles white on his weapon.