Reynold's body fell downward in slow, helpless descent. The last fragments of divine radiance leaked from him like fading embers, swallowed by the vastness beneath.
You've lost…
The words still rang in the void.
Above him, the Fiend Lord Azeroth watched without emotion.
He turned from the falling body and looked toward the fracturing light.
At the center of the collapsing radiance stood a figure that should not have existed.
The space around it shuddered, splitting and reforming, struggling to decide whether to accept or reject what stood within it.
Half of the figure possessed substance and weight; the other half flickered like a reflection on broken water. Light and shadow misaligned across its form, as though reality itself could not agree on where he belonged.
Azeroth's eyes narrowed.
"It's him."
He recognized the face from the memories of the vessel he had previously claimed, the girl whose resistance had lingered like a thorn in his will.
Her brother, spark.
