As they stepped away from the oasis; the scar on Lucia's back began to fade. Lucien smiled at them, but then the blade of a knife touched his neck—
He emerged from the thin air, a menacing figure: Shane. This sly monster, son of a bitch; dirty blonde hair hung limply around his ears, a moustache sat above his thin, sallow lips. The cold, empty flickering eyes concealed his deformed hand behind his back... his face radiating a sickly glow, the blade now poised at Lucia.
But it was the chain around his neck that made them freeze. Loosely fitted, it was the amulet: the beginning of all creations, an ancient object perhaps even older than time itself. The cobalt crystal... in the hands of the enemy.
