That night, Michael stepped closer to the mirror and studied his reflection. His glowing purple eyes stared back at him, the unusual light almost seeming to pulse beneath his pupils. Ever since he had first noticed the change on the night of the annual Scofield ceremony, it had been happening more often. At times, even when his eyes looked normal, he could feel something different moving through his energy. It was gradually leaning more toward a purple hue, something he had never experienced before. He raised a hand and watched a faint glow gather around his fingers before disappearing. He was still yet to tell anyone. Not Mira, not Adrian,not even Barry. Whatever was happening to him, Michael wanted to understand it himself before he gave anyone else a reason to worry. The following day, the group gathered at Mars Robotics for their training session. They had spent some time preparing for Operation Regicide, but knowing a plan and actually carrying it out were two very different

There was a brief silence as everyone exchanged looks. The first exercise had clearly changed the mood in the room, what had sounded like a simple training session now felt much more serious. They had seen how quickly the simulation could turn from peaceful to deadly, and they all understood that Aurelia Prime wouldn't give them the luxury of knowing when the real danger would begin. Michael glanced toward the training room, then toward Mira. She was already rolling her shoulder, testing the simulated injury even though it had disappeared. “You okay?” Mira nodded, “I'm fine.” She looked toward Cobe, “Just make sure the next one is harder, they can take it.” Cobe smiled, “You can trust me on that.” Isaac sighed and cracked his fingers as he stood. “It's been a while since I did the fighting myself, so I'm probably a little rusty.” He smiled faintly, “Let's see how it goes.” The three of them stepped into the simulation room and were handed their goggles. Outside, Cobe walked ba

The entire room went silent. No one seemed to know what to say after Michael finally admitted what he had been feeling. For someone as rational and levelheaded as him to be experiencing urges like bloodlust was genuinely shocking. Even Adrian, who had once been tagged as a bloodthirsty psychopath in the past, remained quiet for several seconds. Barry finally broke the silence. “Could it be that Mira's stored energy within you is corrupting your own?” He asked carefully. Michael kept his head down, his fingers still tapping lightly against the table. “That's possible.” He answered. “But you want to tell me that Mira feels like this all the time?” Adrian rubbed his chin as he thought about it. “Well, not exactly. I mean, she can be bloodthirsty sometimes… But maybe this means that while both energies can interact, they shouldn't intertwine for any reason.” He pointed toward Michael, “Or this would be the result.” Michael let out a shaky breath and held his head. The explanation di

Gerald observed his son's expression and sighed. “I know what you're afraid of.” He said. “You don't want to lose control and end up hurting the people around you. But this is something you have to figure out on your own.” Michael's expression tightened. “You said no Scofield had to die for the next family head to be determined. So why does one of us have to die now for there to be a winner?” Gerald sighed and closed the book completely, “The situation with you and your sister is different. There's the prophecy, and the fact that Mira is very unpredictable.” Michael shook his head. “She's a bit stubborn, I know, but...” Gerald immediately cut him off. “Michael... Let's tackle our issues one at a time, yeah? You should handle the UCA first. I'll always be here to answer your questions when you come back next time.” Michael's face fell. Gerald didn't understand the expression, so he continued, “How about some tea? Then you can turn in for the night. You need to rest.” Michael's

Michael looked around at everyone watching them after hearing what his father had just said. The elders remained silent, excitement actually flashing across their faces. Some of them leaned forward while the others got comfortable. Gerald continued, “Don't worry about winning, don't worry about hurting me. Your only goal is to maintain the separation between the blue and crimson energy while using the crimson energy naturally.” Michael took a slow breath. The thought of fighting his father still felt strange, even though he had done it once. Gerald raised one hand. “If the energy starts mixing again, stop immediately.” Michael slowly nodded, “Understood.” Gerald's expression softened slightly. “And don't try to overpower it. If you fight the energy itself, it'll fight back.” Michael looked down at his hands as the memory of the purple glow immediately came back to him. He clenched his fists and then slowly relaxed them. Gerald noticed the change in his expression, “Don't be af