THE SUBSTITUTE MATE FOR THE ALPHA KING
I said.
Silas closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to hum. But it was not a single tune. It was a hundred, a thousand, all at once—a roaring tsunami of every emotion, every trivial thought, every forgotten memory he had ever harvested from us and who knows how many others. It was the sound of a universe arguing with itself. The very air around him shimmered with the violent, conflicting energy.
The Echo-Wraiths descended upon him like sharks to chum, swirling around him in a frenzy, drinking in the glorious, meaningless noise. He stood firm at the base of the spire, a conductor of chaos, holding the monsters’ attention.
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