“They are called the Baku, god king.” Roccurem’s voice was far away and distorted as if he hid from them too. From her. “A race evolved from the Deskin, the dream eaters.” “How can they hold me?” “They cannot. I am helping them keep you detained.” “Why?” I shouted, the lights beneath my skin beginning to hum. I felt them rising toward my eyes, my power, thick and heavy, threatening to consume them. I would kill them all. “For her.” The lights died, and the room stopped shaking. I looked around the dark empty space, the screams and howls ending. “For her?” “I need her to see and feel before the
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