Chapter
Thirty
Porith
They
had barely taken their seats around the table when a swirling vortex of black,
shadowy wisps appeared in front of them. A moment later, Hunter appeared. He
stood unnaturally rigid with his arms at his side, obsidian eyes focused
straight ahead, unblinking. His right hand clutched the back of DiMackerlyn's
shirt. The M'golifian was on his knees, head tilted upward, mouth hanging open
as he stared at nothing. The man was in a total catatonic state.
Hunter tossed the man away from him,
and DiMackerlyn sprawled onto the floor. Immediately, Commander rose from his
chair, the Brotean Field net in his hands, when Hunter calmly reassured them.
"The man is under my power. You
won't need your restraints until I'm ready to release him."
No matter how many tim
