Akira's POV The monster did not explode out of me as I was afraid. It peeled out. Slowly. As though a shadow were being torn off its master at last after centuries. The air parted and its huge body, horned and winged, lifted behind me, gilded with molten silver. Pure hunger. Pure instinct. Pure ancient wrongness. It was neither quite flesh, nor quite mist. It was... identity. Heritage. A repetition of the original error the moon has made. And for the first time-- It looked at Kaiden. Not with hatred. Not with hunger. But with recognition. The Vale's mist recoiled. Souls flew like frightened birds. Even Lyrien reeled at the back, with his eyes open and his power quailing all about him. Kaiden didn't move. He was before me as a shield, as a barrier, as a wall, which could not f
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