As Lindon seized Dross, he actually felt the construct in his Remnant hand. It felt like gripping a handful of cotton. A pang of hunger ran up the arm into Lindon’s soul, but he kept the limb under control. An instant of lost focus, and the arm would devour Dross. “That gave me a tingle. Is everything all right?” Sweat rolled down Lindon’s face, but he forced a smile. “Hold still, please.”
