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The Master had commanded them, and the shedim always obeyed. Their hunger to succeed was rivaled only by the Master’s, and they swarmed through the worldveil, seeking their prey. Within this muted copy of what was and what was yet to be, the light was dim, all sound an echo of reality. The shedim moved swiftly, rage and greed and consumption and no little fear fueling them—always.
Through the streets of the city within the worldveil they flew, darkness embodied. They did not show themselves here, not now. Only the briefest gust of air or the ghostly rustle from movement unseen beyond the worldveil marked their presence. They had not been told to reveal themselves, only to stop the man their Master had marked and the woman who sought to aid him.
As fluttering, weightless shadows they
