Waves in the crowd

[Giovanni Cavelli]

Chaos. The air was rife with it. Giovanni had heard The Ascendancy's message. Finally someone spoke of what they were. Someone had revealed that there were others among them. Others that were stronger - others that were better.

Giovanni exalted in the fear in the crowd. People were afraid, and they should be. Ascendancy was a god, just like Giovanni. And like a god, Nikolai Brandon arose to rule the known world. In the end all would bow. The Atharim wouldn't be able to stop them. No one would. The gods would arise and take what was theirs by right.

"Worshipped..."
Caos echoed in his head.

Giovanni felt the power coming from someone, and reflexively, he reached for his own. He wrestled the power within him and could feel it pulsing through him. His head turned searching for the source.

That's when he saw Jensen. That's when the internal struggle began again. He couldn't rule over people. Magic was meant to serve man, not rule over them. No...he deserved to rule...no it wasn't his place.

Giovanni was left with his internal struggle. The next few moments would decide his fate.


Edited by Giovanni Cavelli, Jul 27 2016, 09:37 AM.