Those crazy words left my mouth as a whisper, but they carried through the chaos of the battlefield like a blade through silk. I had felt him before I saw him, and it was not just the familiar pressure of his presence, the weight of his ancient soul pressing against the edge of my awareness, but the scent of the Moon Fox that I could perceive in his blood.
Aurora had given up the core of her being to keep me alive, a loss that should have been debilitating and permanent, but as she said to me before… we always cheat, and Vrakth would be a way for me to cheat fate once again.
He was coming through one of the larger portals, and I noticed that of all the three horned sorcerers here, only his shadow construct was a crown.
I forgot about my Eaarth Gates, and my eyes were only on Vrakth alone. He had not seen me yet, as he was still orienting himself to the battlefield, but I knew that if I released the hint of the Moon Fox in my blood, he would sense it.
