Incredibly, the subject was still conscious. Just half an arm’s length away the eyes blazed at him like promises of Hood’s own vengeance. Ussü pulled his gaze away: he’d brushed the heart. It was time to summon his Warren. He reached out, mentally, opening himself to the wash of energies, and was seized by a torrent that nearly threw him off the body. Gods! What lay behind such might? There was something here – some mystery beyond this Crimson Guard. They’d touched something. Something dormant, or hidden, with this vow of theirs. No matter. There lay future researches. For now, the task at
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