He's struggling, trying to find any last reserves, but this place is closed off from the sun, his cousin isn't here, and he's been putting out all the power he has.
Then somewhere, outside, he feels an explosion of energy, a glorious song of cosmic power. He just needs time, a little time.
"You'll never succeed. Others will come, they'll stop you."
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