Killian’s low, vibrating growl wasn't just a warning; it was a physical manifestation of his apocalyptic fury. A geyser of blinding, solar heat erupted from his twelve-foot, silver-furred Lycan form, instantly incinerating the toxic mist for fifty yards.The eyes in the darkness didn't blink. They multiplied.Out of the shadows of the rusty iron pines, the Progenitors’ creations finally emerged. Lord Valerius let out a choked sound of genuine terror behind us.They were grotesque. The Gloom-Stalkers were a fusion of pale, corrupted vampire skin and black, segmented chitin armor. They were the size of grizzlies, moving silently on eight skeletal legs that ended in razor-sharp bone points. They didn't have mouths; they had a mass of clicking mandibles, and multiple multi-faceted green eyes that absorbed the light.They were the perfect, silent stalkers of this forbidden dominion. And they were fast.One lunged, not for me, but for the weakened Valerius.Killian moved faster. He launched
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