The silence in the medical transport wasn't an absence of sound, but a consumption of it. The gold light that poured from Selene—from the thing that had once been Selene—didn't illuminate; it consumed. It was a light that was dense, ancient, and utterly without warmth.
Kael recoiled, not from heat, but from the sheer, crushing presence that occupied the tiny space. The air hummed with energy that set the hairs on his arms quivering. The being that bore Selene's face continued to smile its quiet, inhuman smile.
"Do not fear, Kael Fenris. The host is whole. Its form is well-suited to the work to come."
The voice was a discordant symphony of echoes, layered and strident, ringing through her mouth. It was the sound of cooling stars and civilizations burned to ash.
"Get out of her," Kael
