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DAWN
Markula looks ten times bigger once we’re alone, though his blood-red eyes aren’t off-putting, more a conscious fashion choice to go with the decorations on his flesh. He towers over me, his head almost touching the ceiling. It doesn’t help that I’m still kneeling on the bed.
“You have some power over us,” he says. “You make them feel, make them hear far more than they used to. But you’re making my senses dull — useless. And to protect this hive, we need to have a Warrior better than the ones that are coming.”
“I’m not doing anything to you,” I say. “I want to help, I want to fix this, but I don’t know why it’s happening.”
“I don’t believe you,” he says, and rage heats my chest — with Draynor gone, there is no one to temper it. My blood is boiling.
“I don’t give a f**k if yo
