Jace's transformation was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The Progenitor's Mark, filled him with a power that coursed through his veins like liquid fire. His senses sharpened, every heartbeat, every breath amplified to a level of clarity he had never known. The energy radiating from him was palpable, the air around him crackling with raw potential.
Lucian, who had once held the upper hand, now found himself on the defensive. Jace moved with a speed and precision that seemed almost supernatural. Each step was calculated, every movement a blend of grace and power. Lucian's smirk faded, replaced by a look of serious determination as he realized the extent of Jace's newfound abilities.