Daniel stood in the sealed chamber beneath the central keep, his shirt discarded, bare feet planted on the black stone the had been scored by previous surges of instability power. The air was thick enough to taste. Dark light coiled under his skin in slow, heavy movements as he forced the last of the contested resonance in.
Ruka waited outside the reinforced doors. He had not entered. He had not spoken since Daniel had begun the final push. The agreement between them remained intact - Ruka would hold the court and the everyday power of the realm; Daniel would take the seat he had always wanted.
Daniel exhaled through his teeth and pulled harder.
The Demon authority answered.
