Ethan kept thinking about what Uncle Jed had said earlier—about a million people. Had this guy really slaughtered countless Blood Clan members in that other realm? And swallowed them whole? The thought left him unsettled. His mind jumped back to the glowing Starlight patterns etched into Uncle Jed's body, half of which had already turned red.
Ethan glanced at his own markings: tiny silver points, spaced no more than a centimeter apart, covering every inch of his muscular frame. Spread across his entire body, the dots looked like a constellation come alive. And they weren't just painted on the skin either—the Starlight was layered, three-dimensional, like the adjustable points inside a designer's 3D model. Even so, Uncle Jed's density of Starlight was far greater than his own.
When Ethan voiced his question, Uncle Jed simply lifted a single finger.
"Ten thousand?" Ethan guessed.
Jed didn't lower his hand. Instead, he shook his head.
