"A-Nox..."
Amael stared at the figure standing before him, and every instinct in him confirmed the same thing at once: this was not Ernest, and it was not Sirius either.
Whatever now stood inside that body, whatever looked through those blackened eyes with such horrifying stillness, was something else entirely. And there was only one being he could think of who carried a presence like that.
A-Nox.
He had no idea how she had managed to enter that body, or by what means she was speaking and acting through it, but in that moment the method no longer mattered. She had come. Not in her true form, perhaps, not directly, but enough. Enough to make the ground beneath this meeting feel cursed.
Behind him, Lisandra and Sylvia stiffened.
The moment they heard the name, shock gave way to outright horror.
