Michael’s Dark Path

Michael’s Dark Path

The relic hummed softly in Michael’s hand, its cold surface pulsing with a strange, dark energy. He could feel it surging through his body, filling him with a power that made his skin tingle and his heart race. It was intoxicating—this sense of strength, control, and for the first time in his life, importance.

But as the relic’s magic coursed through him, there was something else, something darker. A whisper at the back of his mind, soft but persistent, urging him to keep using it, to tap deeper into the power it offered. It promised him more—more strength, more control, more of everything he had ever wanted.