Scream

Agony ripped at the Eternal’s soul as he felt the screams building and building in power. Lucius readied himself, feeling the wrath of his killers become a physical force breaking open his skull. He bore the pain, preparing for the moment, exceedingly rare due to the threat it courted, where he would use their unceasing siege to his advantage.

‘You will not use me,’ Lucius snarled. ‘It is I who use *you*!’

Lucius relented, relaxing the crushing hold his will held over his bound killers for a fraction of a second. Every wailing maw that strained against his cracking armour shrieked, releasing their pent up malevolence in a deafening crescendo. The Bloodthirster staggered back as if struck by a thunder hammer.

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Lucius: The Faultless Blade, IV.IV