47 Meimi
I stand transfixed by the sight. The Lacerator stands before me, its semitransparent body taking what’s become a familiar shape.
After all, I have my memories back, so I recall how this creature looked when I first saw it at RCM1: seven feet tall with a wide chest and stout legs. Dinosaur-style spikes protrude from its spine. Empty holes serve as its eyes. Razor-sharp teeth line its overly wide mouth. And the entire creature is formed from particles suspended in space, like so many bits of consciousness in amber.
I gasp.
It’s gorgeous.
Images flash in my head. The Lacerator turns on Cole, tearing the Emperor away from Thorne. Next the creature opens a drift void to my home world. I escape through the portal.
In that moment, I know why the Lacerator is sending me these mental
