“There was only one true Primal of Death, and that—the storm and the woman—felt like him.” “Nyktos is both the Primal of Life and Death,” Kieran said. “Wrong.” Kieran knelt. “I’m not wrong.” “You are.” Reaver lowered his chin, his eyes opening. “Nyktos was never the true Primal of Death. There was another before him. His name was Kolis.”
