The man turned to look at her through dark, haunted eyes. “Yes.”
“How do you know what we’re doing, and why are you trying to stop us?” Leontios demanded
Azaan scoffed, clutching his arm as fresh spurts of blood burst forth. Already, an alarming pool had gathered beneath him. “I could smell you, Master. How could I forget your face? No passage of years could compel me to forget. No change of bodies. Your face is the last thing I saw before I died and did not die… the first time. As if I didn’t know Leontios’s energy from the first moment,” he sneered. “What else could I do but follow you and seek my long-delayed revenge?”
“Eithon?” Leontios breathed.
“So, you figured it out, did you? About time.”
“But how are you still here? I… I killed you when I destroyed Skeon.”
“Oh, no, you didn’
