It was power. Not magic, not spirit, but something older, something beyond the understanding of those who would try to define it. And it was bound to him now, not just by accident, but by choice .
Jude clenched his fists, grounding himself. "If you chose me, then you follow my rules," he said, voice steady. "You don't act unless I tell you to. You don't take unless I allow it."
The entity flickered again. Agreement? Rejection? He didn't know. But it did not resist.
That would have to be enough for now.
Jude turned and left the site. The streets of Leonork greeted him once more, the neon glow of signs reflecting off rain-slick pavement. He kept his head low, moving with the ease of someone who knew the city's rhythm. But even as he walked, he could feel it ,eyes watching, shadows moving where they shouldn't.
Whoever had warned him before was still out there. Waiting.
Jude didn't intend to give them the satisfaction of striking first.
