Then, among the pain, the cold, hard floor of the throne room and the torment my Nebula Ally had to endure, a glint of something different caught my mind’s eye, and like a cat before a shard of light, I leapt towards it. I continued to feed Vard the images of blood and terror while carving this other vision out and feeling Orion’s mind shielding it too, offering it extra protection from the hungry Cyclops at my back.
