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The boy who had been Frankle stalked along the passage, black weld blade swinging from his right hand, his eyes blazing gold in the dim red light that filled the stone tunnels. He walked on without thinking, his feet knowing the path, his mind elsewhere, in other realities, other possibilities.
A tall pair of Incarnate appeared in the tunnel ahead and froze as they recognised what was approaching.
The Novus. The Novus had taken another vessel. That meant the time was almost ripe.
‘You two. Head to the Pit and ready as many as you can find. All of them. We leave as soon as I make the final preparations.’ He was past them by the time he finished barking the orders and didn’t pause in his stride to make sure he was obeyed.
There was no reason to. No doubt of his power here. Not now.
