Deep within his mind, beneath the layers of his telepathic awareness, there was a faint, dormant mark, an old, jagged scar left behind during his brutal confrontation with Morgan Thane.
He still remembered the details of their ruinous clash in vivid detail. And more importantly how he'd lost.
In truth, it would be hard to forget the raw terror and mental suffering that he had experienced that day.
And Morgan's expressionless face as that 'thing 'took his mental defenses apart piece by bloody piece.
The elusive scion had used the unfathomable, terrifying power of the entity Kazarax to break through Anthony's mental defenses, leaving a lingering, residual imprint etched into his mind.
For weeks, that mark had been completely cold and devoid of life.
But right now, in the middle of this quiet, warm dining hall, the scar had suddenly twitched.
A sudden, cold pulsation—a faint, distant vibration that echoed through the imprint.
"Aaargh!!!"
