"A gift unseen by others, yet felt by all: power is not always measured by strength alone, but by awareness, insight, and the choices it shapes. The true power of a bond is not in dominance or desire—it is in understanding, in awareness, and in the subtle dance of control that transcends even the instincts of the heart. True power is not given, it is awakened—and only the chosen can wield it."
One night, as they stood beneath the moonlit sky, a presence descended upon them. It was the Moon Goddess, her form radiant and ethereal.
"You have been chosen," she proclaimed. "Your bond is sacred, transcending time and space. To aid you in your journey, I grant you a gift."
With a wave of her hand, a surge of power flowed into Elias, enhancing his abilities and granting him new skills. He felt stronger, more attuned to the world around him.
Ronan stood beside him, his own power amplified by the goddess's blessing. Together, they were formidable, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Elias's POV
The surge of energy from Luna's blessing rippled through his veins, sending a shiver of power that felt both alien and profoundly familiar. He gasped, clutching his chest as the Omega Ascension System flared visibly for the first time. Numbers, bars, and abstract symbols appeared floating at the edge of his vision, overlaying the world like a map of life itself.
He blinked, disoriented, and then froze in awe. Three separate sets of stats materialized—one for Ronan, one for Lucien, and one for the Warlord Alpha. Health, stamina, pheromone levels, dominance ratings, heat cycles—all flickered before him, real-time indicators of his mates' physical and emotional states.
His pulse quickened. I can see them. All of them. Every instinct, every surge of dominance, every heartbeat.
The sheer scope of it was dizzying. Elias tentatively reached out mentally, letting his gift brush against Ronan's aura first. A warmth surged through him, confirming the connection he had always felt. The numbers adjusted in response to his focus, almost like a feedback loop—the more he tuned in, the more precise the information became.
He looked to Lucien next, careful and deliberate. Lucien's stats shimmered under his perception: controlled, precise, and impossibly efficient. The strategist in Lucien's nature was evident even in his physiological responses—every micro-expression, every subtle fluctuation of dominance captured in detail by Elias's interface.
Finally, the Warlord. The raw, untamed energy of this Alpha sent a tremor through Elias's own system. He felt a surge of heat in his chest, almost painful in its intensity. His Omega Ascension System pulsed violently, warning him, demanding focus.
Elias exhaled slowly, grounding himself. He was not merely observing. He could interact. He could influence.
He tentatively pushed a mental probe toward Ronan's progression bar.
Ronan Vale: Bond Potential – 72%Dominance Level – 95%Instinct Alignment – HighCurrent Heat – MediumAffinity to Omega – Elevated
A soft glow pulsed at his forehead as he realized the power at his fingertips. He could track their responses to him, anticipate their needs, even subtly adjust the flow of energy between them. It was intoxicating—and terrifying.
Ronan's POV
Ronan's senses were a storm. Elias's sudden focus on him, the subtle connection that vibrated through the night air, ignited every primal instinct he possessed. He could feel Elias analyzing him, mapping him, learning him with precision.
Every beat of his heart, every subtle surge of heat, every instinctual twitch—the Omega Ascension System made it visible to Elias. And the thought that Elias could manipulate or even influence him sent a shiver through his spine.
Ronan's pride flared. No Omega has ever had this power over me. And yet… I do not recoil. I do not resist. He is mine.
He shifted closer, every movement calculated, a predator approaching a mate who could meet his ferocity without fear. His gaze softened as he watched Elias absorb the divine energy, felt the pulse of power emanating from the gift. This was no ordinary Omega. This was a force of nature, chosen and armed with insight he could not yet comprehend.
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Elias's mind raced. He could feel the system adjusting in real time, responding to every touch of dominance, every fluctuation in heat, every shift in emotion. A subtle bar indicated a rising bond potential with Ronan—a numerical pulse reflecting instinctual synchronization.
He reached tentatively toward Lucien, noting the steady climb of the strategist Alpha's progression bar. Lucien's dominance was precise, contained, and yet it resonated with desire, tension, and subtle challenge. Elias could feel it coiling in the air, a delicate dance of instinct and calculation.
The Warlord's stats flickered violently, almost erratic in their intensity. Every measure of dominance, heat, and affinity seemed to spike and fall like a storm, forcing Elias to expend more focus than he had ever imagined. The system warned him repeatedly, the glowing pulse at his forehead urging him to steady himself.
Elias's breath hitched. I am the only one who can see this. The only one who can interact. The only one who can… guide it.
A surge of awareness swept through him. His hands lifted instinctively, though he barely moved them, and the system responded—channels of energy flowing outward, subtle nudges influencing Ronan, Lucien, even the untamed Warlord Alpha. Elias felt the bond strengthen, tentative threads forming in response to his awareness. He could feel Ronan leaning into the connection, Lucien resisting with subtle calculation, and the Warlord's presence flaring with raw challenge.
Ronan's POV
The subtle shift in the air caught Ronan immediately. Elias was not just observing. He was interacting. And with each pulse, each subtle manipulation, Ronan felt the Omega drawing him closer, challenging him, claiming him in ways that defied instinct alone.
It was intoxicating. Frustrating. And completely irresistible.
Mine. All mine.
Ronan's hands flexed at his sides, the tension coiling in his muscles like a spring ready to release. The bond was forming, yes—but it was Elias who held the reins. And every instinct in Ronan's Alpha mind screamed to follow, to claim, to surrender… yet not entirely. The Omega had leverage, power that no Alpha had ever possessed over him before.
Lucien's POV
Lucien observed silently, his cool exterior masking the inner storm. Elias's gift, the system, was a danger—and an opportunity. Every manipulation of his stats, every subtle tug on his instinct, was recorded, processed, evaluated. Lucien's mind raced through probabilities, contingencies, and strategies.
And yet…
The Omega was clever, far more than Lucien had anticipated. Every minor interaction, every adjustment, was designed to test him, provoke him, bind him without overt action. Lucien's wolf growled softly in protest, instincts screaming at him to strike, to assert control. But Lucien's mind—ever precise, ever calculating—held him back, fascinated in spite of himself.
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Elias's POV
Elias trembled slightly under the radiant glow of Luna's presence, feeling the surge of energy sweep through him like a tide he could neither resist nor fully comprehend. The Omega Ascension System had not just appeared—it had awakened, layering his vision with an interface that felt simultaneously alien and deeply intuitive.
Numbers, bars, and abstract symbols hovered at the edge of his vision, real-time indicators for all three Alphas—and now, an unseen fourth presence that throbbed faintly, warning him of something approaching. Health, stamina, dominance levels, pheromone fluctuations, bond potentials… all displayed with meticulous precision, a language of survival and strategy only he could comprehend.
Tentatively, Elias flexed his focus. He reached first toward Ronan, letting his awareness brush against the thread connecting them. Warmth surged immediately—a tangible, instinctive reaction. The progress bar reflecting bond potential pulsed gently, a soft gold glow signaling increased synchronization. Every heartbeat, every subtle breath shift, every microscopic spike in Ronan's pheromones registered in real time.
He leaned further into the system, curious and cautious. His fingers twitched though he barely moved them, directing his focus inward. The system responded instantly: Ronan's dominance bar shimmered, peaking and settling, a numerical echo of his instincts for protection, desire, and territorial claim. Elias felt it like a physical tug at his chest—a reminder that their bond was not just emotional, but primal.
Next came Lucien. Elias exhaled slowly, his gaze narrowing slightly. The strategist Alpha's stats reflected calm precision, yet subtle spikes betrayed the underlying tension, the interest, the flickers of instinct that Lucien would never openly display. Elias noted every tiny increase in heart rate, every heat fluctuation, every subtle twitch of dominance. The bond potential bar for Lucien climbed more slowly, measured, as though he were evaluating Elias as carefully as Elias evaluated him.
Finally, the Warlord Alpha. Raw energy, untamed and overwhelming, radiated from this presence. Elias's Omega Ascension System pulsed violently as he reached out, warning him to focus, to steady his instincts. The progression bar fluctuated wildly, dominance spikes colliding with instinctual resistance. It was chaos condensed into numbers and symbols, yet he sensed opportunity—an unknown, dangerous potential waiting to be understood.
I am the center of this storm, Elias thought, the realization thrilling and terrifying. I can see them. I can anticipate them. I can influence them.
A surge of courage built within him. Tentatively, he pushed a subtle mental nudge toward Ronan's progression bar, testing the system. The golden bond potential pulse increased slightly, and he felt Ronan's subtle physical response—the shift of posture, the quickening of heartbeat. The Alpha's instincts flared, but he did not collapse. Instead, the connection strengthened, a silent acknowledgment that Elias could guide without breaking him.
Elias exhaled again and focused on Lucien. The strategist's bar flickered and ticked upward as well, though more subtly. Lucien's mind, always analyzing, was aware of the nudge, yet curiosity, fascination, and a faint, unspoken desire threaded through his controlled responses. Elias smiled faintly, realizing the depth of his gift: I can interact. I can test. I can influence… and they do not yet realize it.
The Warlord's bar surged uncontrollably, dominance and raw energy clashing violently with Elias's subtle manipulations. The Omega Ascension System flared brighter, almost painfully, warning him to remain cautious. But Elias felt alive in a way he never had before. He was the fulcrum, the axis upon which these forces balanced—and he was not powerless.
Ronan's POV
Ronan Vale felt the subtle pull immediately. The Omega was not passive; he was testing, probing, nudging, measuring every instinct, every dominance spike, every pheromone fluctuation. Every flicker in the bond potential made Ronan's pulse race, his primal instincts screaming to claim, to protect, to dominate… yet the Omega was holding the reins.
Ronan's pride flared, mingled with fascination. No Omega had ever wielded power like this. He could sense Elias's awareness—every glance, every heartbeat, every subtle shift of desire made visible in the faint shimmer of the system's energy. He is mine, Ronan thought, and yet he knew the truth: Elias was his own force, not merely a subject of claim.
He took a step closer, deliberate, controlled, yet instinctually magnetic. Every micro-movement, every calculated approach was met with the subtle flares of the Omega Ascension System. Ronan's own progression bar pulsed in response, showing his alignment to Elias, heat rising, bond potential climbing. This is no ordinary connection. This is fire meeting fire, instinct meeting insight.
Ronan's hands flexed at his sides, muscles taut. I will protect him. I will guide him. I will claim him… but I will not crush him. Not yet. Not now.
The soft hum of the system, a pulse at Elias's forehead, seemed to respond to Ronan's internal struggle. Every flicker of desire, every tension in his Alpha aura, was now quantifiable to the Omega. It was intoxicating—and terrifying in its precision.
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Lucien's POV
Lucien Hale's observation never faltered. He watched Elias interacting with the system, felt the subtle nudges in his own dominance and bond potential. Every flicker, every calculated rise in heat, every increase in synchronization with Elias was being measured, monitored, and influenced by the Omega.
It was frustrating—and exhilarating. He clenched his jaw. Most Omegas would have crumbled under this pressure. But not him.
Lucien's mind raced through contingencies, plans, and psychological manipulations, yet instinct had a voice he could not suppress. Every surge in Elias's control, every pulse of influence over Ronan and the Warlord, ignited a fire in him that was impossible to ignore. I want him too. But I will not be rushed.
The system pulsed again. Lucien's progression bar climbed with subtle resistance, reflecting fascination, tension, and the quiet acknowledgment that Elias was mastering a power no Alpha could override.
Elias's POV
The Omega felt the progression bars spike simultaneously, the synchronization of instincts between him and his three Alphas becoming tangible. Every heartbeat, every breath, every surge of heat, was visible, measurable, manipulable. He could sense Ronan leaning into the connection, Lucien cautiously intrigued, and the Warlord's raw force brimming with potential chaos.
I am the axis. I am the fulcrum. I am the bridge between instinct and awareness.
He exhaled slowly, testing the system further. Small adjustments, subtle mental nudges, increased Ronan's bond potential by a few points. Lucien's bar followed hesitantly, responsive but measured. The Warlord surged unpredictably, a storm threatening to break containment. The pulse at Elias's forehead flared violently in warning—Caution. Overload imminent.
A sudden tremor of energy rippled through the hospital grounds. The three Alphas stiffened, their instincts instantly alert. The Omega Ascension System pulsed like a heartbeat at Elias's temple, numbers and bars spinning uncontrollably.
Something was approaching.
The fourth set of stats blinked faintly at the edge of his vision, a presence unlike anything Elias had encountered. It radiated authority, power, and danger, eclipsing even the Warlord's chaotic energy. The system screamed in warning, yet the thrill of potential surged through Elias.
This… this is something new. Something I've never faced.
And then, a voice—a resonance that vibrated through the very bones of the room—spoke:
"Elias Han… the time has come to awaken fully."
The energy surged, sending shockwaves through the air. The three Alphas reacted instantly, their bodies tensing, dominance flaring, instincts screaming. Even the Warlord bristled, raw power coiling like a spring.
The Omega Ascension System flared brighter than ever, the progression bars of all three Alphas spiking uncontrollably, overlaid now by the unfamiliar fourth presence.
Elias froze, heart hammering.
This is… the true test. The challenge. The awakening.
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Elias's POV
The Omega Ascension System pulsed violently, numbers and bars flashing faster than his mind could normally process. Elias could see health, stamina, pheromone levels, dominance, and synchronization for each Alpha—but it wasn't static; it flowed, moved, reacted in real-time to the faintest shifts in thought or instinct. Every subtle emotion they felt, every micro-tremor of tension or desire, was quantified before him.
He flexed his awareness, focusing first on Ronan. The golden bond potential bar surged subtly as he reached out, nudging Ronan's instincts to align with his. He felt the warmth of Ronan's presence respond almost immediately, a magnetic tug that resonated deep in his chest. It was intoxicating and terrifying at once. Elias realized the scope of his gift: he could not just observe the Alphas—he could interact with them, manipulate minor impulses, and test their responses without either of them realizing exactly what he had done.
Then he moved to Lucien. The strategist Alpha's progression bar was steadier, rising slowly but noticeably. Lucien's analytical mind resisted, but the flicker of awareness, the subtle spike in heat and focus, betrayed his curiosity. Elias's pulse quickened; the Omega Ascension System thrummed in response, highlighting the feedback loop of influence he could exert. With every minor mental nudge, he watched Lucien respond, measured yet undeniably drawn into the bond.
The Warlord's presence surged next. Raw, untamed power. His progression bar was erratic, dangerous. Every pulse of influence Elias attempted sent violent ripples through the system, warnings flashing at his periphery. The pulse at his forehead flared sharply, a reminder that some forces were not yet controllable—and yet, a thrill ran through him. He was the fulcrum of these forces, and even the Warlord's raw strength was part of the equation.
Elias realized he could use the system not just to measure but to anticipate. He could see the subtle patterns in their behavior, the microsecond reactions to stress or instinct. He flexed a minor skill the system had just unlocked: anticipation projection. The faint shimmer of potential futures rippled across his vision, showing him the likely responses of Ronan, Lucien, and the Warlord to any action he took. Even their pheromone shifts were visible as waves, color-coded to intensity and type of reaction.
This is beyond survival, he thought. This is strategy incarnate. I can control the battlefield without stepping forward. I can guide, test, influence… and even defend without violence.
Ronan's POV
Ronan could feel the subtle tug of the Omega's control before Elias even spoke or moved. It was not forceful—yet it was undeniable. His instincts flared, a firestorm of desire and protectiveness, but something else—a subtle, inexplicable sensation—gripped him.
Ronan's golden progression bar responded with his own awareness of Elias's nudges. He braced, instinctively resisting the invisible influence, but even as he did, he felt the deepening bond, the pulse of synchronization rising between them. He is testing me… and I am responding. This Omega is not like any other. Not ever.
He flexed his hands, muscles taut. Every heartbeat synced with the subtle pulses emanating from Elias. Ronan's mind raced—this was instinct, yes, raw desire—but it was tempered by awe, by respect. Elias was aware, awake, and wielding power Ronan had never seen before. Mine? Perhaps. But he is not simply to be claimed. He is his own force, and yet… I am drawn to him.
Ronan stepped forward slightly, and the subtle shift in air, the spike in pheromones, and the corresponding rise in the bond potential bar were undeniable. The Omega was responding in turn, almost playfully, nudging him further. A smile tugged at Ronan's lips. This will be a battle unlike any other… and I will not lose.
Lucien's POV
Lucien's cold gaze observed every flicker of Elias's interface, every subtle adjustment of stats and nudges to Ronan and the Warlord. Fascination, tension, and desire clashed within him. The boy is… precise. Analytical. Calculated… and he wields instinct as a weapon.
Lucien's progression bar rose carefully as Elias tested him. His own instincts flared, a dangerous whisper he could not fully suppress. He clenched his jaw, suppressing the urge to make the first move, to assert dominance, to claim. Patience, he reminded himself. Observe, test, and let him reveal his potential.
The system pulsed again, responding to the Warlord's erratic surges. Lucien noticed subtle shifts in Elias's strategy—how the Omega responded to unpredictable force with calm anticipation. Even now, in observation, Lucien could not ignore the fascination building within him. Elias was an enigma, a challenge, and a lure he had no intention of dismissing.
Elias's POV
Elias felt a thrill as he manipulated the system further. Each micro-adjustment caused subtle shifts: Ronan leaned in slightly, Lucien's eyes narrowed in intrigue, and the Warlord's chaotic energy flared, testing the limits of the interface. He could anticipate, plan, and manipulate interactions—all without a single word, movement, or overt action.
The interface had a new feature: emotional resonance mapping. Colors, symbols, and numeric overlays now reflected not just health and pheromones, but emotional states—desire, tension, curiosity, and dominance. Elias could see Ronan's golden warmth flickering with protective instincts and desire. Lucien's cool blue spikes of curiosity and strategic calculation were overlaid with a hint of amber—interest tempered with control. The Warlord's energy was a roiling red, untamed and chaotic, yet responding faintly to Elias's influence.
Elias exhaled slowly, testing his control further. He nudged Ronan's bond potential upward slightly. The Alpha stiffened, instincts flaring, and the golden bar pulsed in resonance. Lucien's bar followed with a subtle delay, the analytical Alpha resisting consciously, yet drawn nonetheless. The Warlord surged violently in reaction,
[The system flashing warnings, Waning: Potential overload... Proceed with caution]
The flashing warning pulsed in crimson, urgent but not absolute: Potential overload. Proceed with caution.
Elias's lips parted, a shaky breath escaping him. His body trembled, not from fear but from the sheer surge of energy coursing through him. The Omega Ascension System was alive, breathing with him, responding to every thought. He wasn't just its wielder—he was its core.
He narrowed his eyes at the hovering glyphs and symbols. Proceed with caution… The words dared him, whispered a challenge. And Elias Han had already lived once with chains around his throat. He would not live again in hesitation.
He pressed further.
The bond threads shimmered in his vision—gold for Ronan, blue-gray for Lucien, and blood-red for the Warlord. With deliberate care, Elias pinched the golden thread with his will and fed a fraction more of himself into it.
Ronan's progression bar jolted upward. The Alpha's body stiffened, breath hitching, pupils narrowing into sharp, feral slits. A low growl rumbled in his chest, primal and unrestrained. His instincts flared with territorial heat, dominance spiking so sharply that the system stuttered with a half-warning before recalibrating.
Elias gasped softly. He hadn't just influenced Ronan—he'd provoked him. He could feel Ronan's firestorm presence threatening to break its tether, but beneath the danger there was something else: a spark of awe, of submission so deeply buried that Ronan himself hadn't yet acknowledged it.
He reacts faster than I thought… strong, but volatile.
Elias withdrew slightly, letting the bar dip into steadier rhythm before shifting to Lucien.
The strategist's thread glowed cold blue, its pulse slower, more deliberate. Elias reached in, not forceful but with subtlety, like brushing the surface of a still pond. Lucien's progression bar responded with a ripple, faint at first before spiking in sharp increments. His eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly, and Elias could swear the Alpha was watching him in that exact moment—not his body, not his movements, but his soul.
Lucien exhaled through his nose, measured, restrained, yet the Omega Ascension System betrayed him. His pheromone output rose, a faint spike of amber overlaid on the blue, shimmering like oil over water. Curiosity sharpened into desire, but desire tempered by calculation.
He knows something's happening. He feels me tugging the strings. But instead of fighting it, he's… analyzing me. Elias's heart skipped a beat. Lucien Hale isn't just reacting. He's studying me like prey that might be predator instead.
The realization unsettled him, but also thrilled him. He pushed the thread a fraction harder—an instinctive dare. Lucien's progression bar surged again, steadier this time, like a predator settling into a hunt.
And then came the Warlord.
The red thread pulsed violently, like molten iron beneath his skin. When Elias brushed it—barely, with less force than he'd used on either of the others—the Omega Ascension System shrieked at him in flashing warnings:
Dominance overload detected.Bond instability rising.Proceeding further risks system collapse.
Elias winced, but pressed just a little harder.
The world tilted. His vision doubled, threads lashing wildly, numbers spiking off their charts. The Warlord's presence roared across the bond like a beast uncaged. His dominance slammed into Elias with the force of a tidal wave, and for a moment Elias felt his knees weaken, his body screaming to submit, to drop, to bare throat and belly.
But the system anchored him.
The pulse at his forehead flared like a second heartbeat, stabilizing his instincts, flooding his veins with resistance he hadn't known he possessed. His Omega nature burned with defiance. Instead of falling, Elias straightened. He stared into the storm of red light and refused to bend.
The Warlord's progression bar fluctuated wildly, climbing higher than either Ronan's or Lucien's, but with dangerous instability. One moment it soared, the next it threatened to implode, the system struggling to reconcile such raw force with Elias's restraint.
And then—something happened that the system hadn't predicted.
The other bars responded.
Ronan's golden thread surged defensively, as though his instincts couldn't bear the idea of Elias being crushed by another Alpha's dominance. His bar climbed in parallel, fire against fire.
Lucien's blue-gray thread pulsed differently—calculating, compensating. His bar spiked in measured increments, stabilizing, as though he were adjusting to keep Elias's equilibrium intact.
Elias's breath caught. They weren't just reacting to him—they were reacting to each other.
The Omega Ascension System flared, new text scrolling across his vision:
Bond Synchronization Detected.Tri-Core Alignment: In Progress.
Elias's pulse hammered. He had no idea what that meant, but the threads vibrated in unison now, their resonance pulling tighter around him. He wasn't merely nudging them anymore—he was binding them, even if only partially, even if only for a heartbeat.
A laugh, shaky and disbelieving, slipped from his lips. He was doing it. He was wielding the impossible.
But beneath the exhilaration was danger. The system whispered constant warnings in red glyphs at the edge of his sight. The instability of the Warlord's dominance was too great, too erratic. It could consume the synchronization entirely.
Elias closed his eyes, steadying himself. I have to hold it. Just long enough to see what happens.
The room thickened with pheromones, fire, and ice, and storm. Elias's skin prickled as his instincts screamed of danger and desire all at once. His body trembled under the weight of three Alphas pulling against each other through him.
And yet… he did not break.
The system stabilized just long enough for Elias to glimpse it: three progression bars rising in tandem, their colors overlapping in a shimmering braid of gold, blue, and red.
Then the interface flared violently.
Warning. Overload imminent.Stability threshold exceeded.Omega host at risk.
Elias's eyes snapped open, lungs burning as he struggled for breath. His pulse thundered, the gift of the Moon Goddess straining against the raw forces tearing at him.
And then—silence.
All three threads stilled. The bars froze mid-surge. The air crackled with unfinished tension, like lightning waiting to strike.
Elias exhaled, sweat dripping down his temple, body trembling but unbroken. He had touched the edge of something impossible—bond synchronization, Tri-Core alignment—and survived.
For now.
Would you like me to continue building directly toward the cliffhanger of Chapter 4 (the "Gift" ending), showing how Elias nearly loses control, how Ronan and Lucien individually react to the Tri-Core attempt, and how the Warlord's instability tips everything toward a breaking point? That'll give this section a high-drama finish.
You said:just a 5 sentence cliffhanger nothing to brash or heavy.ChatGPT said:
Got it — here's a softer, 5-sentence cliffhanger continuation for the end of that section:
Elias steadied his breathing, the glow of the system still pulsing faintly at his forehead. The progression bars shimmered in rhythm, like tethered flames swaying in an unseen wind. He could feel the weight of the bond links tugging at him, stronger than ever, as if urging him toward a choice he wasn't ready to make. For a fleeting moment, silence blanketed the room—until the system flickered with an unreadable prompt. Elias's eyes widened, heart skipping a beat, as the words Awaiting Selection… burned into his vision.