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The room exuded an air of quiet power and wealth, lavishly decorated to reflect the high status of its occupant.

In the center stood an ornate bed, its sheets embroidered with intricate patterns that shimmered faintly under the light of the crystal chandeliers.

The walls were adorned with tapestries of long-forgotten battles, while near the window stood a table, carved from the wood of a hundred-year-old tree.

It emanated a faint, calming fragrance that subtly filled the room, though the young man on the bed seemed untouched by its soothing effect.

Lucian sat upon the bed, his long white hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall of silver.

His blood-red eyes were focused entirely on the small spirit stone in his hand.

The stone seemed to 'pulsed' with a dim, rhythmic glow, its energy flowing steadily into him, weaving through his body like an invisible stream of power.