The lightning ancestor's flickering form leaned closer, the smell of ozone thick and suffocating. "You are the last spark of my bloodline on this rock," the entity vibrated, its voice fading into a whisper. "Take this final gift. You must find a way to survive, and when you are strong enough, tear the heart out of those bastards. I regret I cannot save you... my time has turned to ash."
With a final, brilliant flash, a tiny spark of pure, blinding white light shot from the ancestor's fingertip and burrowed into Ethan's chest, seating itself directly atop his newly formed Amethyst Core.
