Vulpis's message was, however, clear. Cooperate, or more agonies would be unleashed. The man could inflict wounds worse than mere death.
“You are awake once more?” the orbiting lights asked.
The Being didn't reply. If Vulpis thought he'd administered too much of his toxin he might use less of it next time. If there ever was a next time. It was a small victory, but still a victory of sorts.
“Come now, speak to me. I can see the stirring of your currents.”
Still the Being feigned unconsciousness. But when Vulpis spoke again his messages were laden with clear overtones of amusement. “I know you can hear me, Omn. The electrical patterns in your depths are quite clear.”
Refusing to communicate was no victory after all. Vulpis could unleash more of his pathogen whenever he liked. The Being
