CHAPTER 32
Drown knelt on the floor. A dank humidity permeated the air, dripping between the paneling, stagnating in the dents of the larger tiles. For a second, he forgot he was on the Resurrection’s observation deck and thought himself inside some ancient Eronian temple.
Sorran was sitting in front of him. In the background, the wide triangular window looked out upon the spectacular vision of a red star, its unstable surface every so often erupting into titanic rings of pure energy.
What he was about to say caused him great pain. He lowered his head, but his face remained proud, restless, and his eyes shone in the dimly lit room like those of a feral cat.
“Master, my failure…”
“...is inconsequential,” Sorran boomed.
“I will remedy that. I will find them, and they will have no chanc
