"Do you recognize me now?" Kai asked playfully.
Back during the Night Elevation—he had seen thousands, if not tens of thousands of Nightborns attacking him. Not every single Nightborn on the First Floor was present that day, but Kai was quite sure that most of them came.
He assumed this Nightborn knew him already.
And he was right.
As soon as the Nightborn realized what Kai was, a Child of the Primordial Night, the one who had triggered the change in the House of Night not too long ago, it lost its mind. Red devoured its field of vision.
Inside, a deep, visceral anger rose to its chest, boiling up until its breaths became heavy.
Out of nowhere, without uttering a single word, it attacked.
Decisively—the Nightborn drew its hands from beneath its robe. The arms that emerged were grotesque, hard to look at for long. Decaying and black. Flesh peeled away in strips, revealing something dark and wet beneath.
