‘We are here to investigate this manifestation, the Whorl.’ ‘Whorl? We name him the Devourer.’ ‘Him?’ Kiska echoed. ‘Him – someone? But how can it be sentient?’ The commander pulled off her visored helmet and shook out sweaty matted blonde hair. Her features were blunt and heavy, her jaw square, her brow-ridges thick. The eyes captured Kiska’s attention: gold flecked the irises, which shone almost mauve. ‘It is summoned and sustained by a powerful magus,’ she said. ‘And it has broached the borders of Kurald Liosan – among many others.’ Kiska hoped her face betrayed no reaction. A powerful
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