The darkness moves around me quite thick and suffocating.
I can literally feel its cold fingers curling through my thoughts, twisting them, pulling me deeper into the shadows.
The figure in front of me is still shrouded in darkness, but as he steps forward, the features start to take shape, and I know exactly who it is.
Lucian.
But this is not the Lucian I knew on the field of battle, full of power and fury.
No, there is only another version of him. There is a hollowness to his eyes, an emptiness seeming to extend way beyond.
The familiarity of it collides with the strangeness, some changed reflection of the man who once manipulated me, even tried to shape me into a weapon.
Hello, Abigail," he says, his voice a whisper of sound. "You never thought you'd get away from me, did you?"
