Wanderers Of the Night
he smiled softly and took a step back.
Behind him, the air became hazy, flowing, parting into the whirling funnel of the portal. Yarsi stepped after him, the swords gleaming rapaciously as they felt their master's energy pouring into them.
Borton smiled again, watching his son, peering into his face, bearing such familiar and familiar features of the only woman he had loved in his life. Like a mockery, like a mockery. Why does he look so much like her? This boy, this monster, his son? And her son. Words won't change anything, and yet he said them.
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