A figure stood there, but wrong. It flickered between forms. Sometimes human, sometimes something else. And its presence made reality itself bend and warp.
"The Collector," Lady Margot whispered in horror. "No. It's too soon. It shouldn't be here yet."
"Shouldn't be?" the figure said, its voice echoing strangely. "But I am. I heard such interesting conversations about me. Thought I'd join the discussion."
The entity stepped into the room, and everyone scrambled backward. Even Draven's shadows recoiled from its presence.
"You must be Elaria," the Collector said, focusing on her. "The twin who lived. The one with so many delicious possibilities ahead of her. I've traveled so far to meet you."
"Stay back," Elaria commanded, her power rising.
"Or what? You'll fight me? How adorable." The
