Grabbing his arm,Xanthus took them from him. The sensation was glorious, empowering. For several long moments the Darkling bowed his head. A rank smel of feverish sweat came from the old man.
The crimsonliquid was stunning as it twinkled with the craft and literally hung there in space. Calling the craft, she closed her eyes. After talking for a moment, thecolorful riders started lining up across the field. Quickening his pace, he rounded the final corner to stop before the pair ofmassive doors that barred the way into the Chamber of Supplication.
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