Klain's chest heaved up and down in deep, controlled breaths, as he looked at the sarcophagus in the distance.
Control, that was what it meant. Each part of the energy, whether inside the body or discharged outside, remained a part of the evolver, one he could mold and use the way he wanted. But having the key in hand, and pushing the door open were two different things. The soul itself, even after being found, excavated, and integrated, remained something to revere, something that was not just to be dominated.
That was why Lucas fooling the detectors had been a feat that warranted the General of the Empire commenting on it. But it was over now.
Klain exhaled, relief hidden behind his calm facade. He looked down at his clothes to find it filled with tears, just moments away from being shredded into pieces despite its quality.
A small smile made its way to his lips, one of enjoyment, and confidence that made his heart beat stronger, more powerful.
