"The bloodshed stops here."
The crimson gaze behind the visor found Rajah first, then Skarn, and held.
Every predatory instinct in Rajah's body screamed at him to lunge, to close the distance and tear through the armored throat before whatever stood behind it could grow any further.
Beside him Skarn stood coiled and rigid with his grey eyes locked on the helmet's burning glow.
But neither struck.
"You swore a blood oath!" Skarn's voice came low and guttural, a growl aimed at the face in front of him. "Have you forgotten?!"
"A blood oath, huh..."
Quinlan remembered perfectly. An ominous chamber. Five apex lords staring him down. And the words he spoke that day.
