The demon's body collapsed into a rain of flesh and blood, and what I ripped out from him dragged itself from my grip and swallowed the remnants of the demon before it uncoiled out of Vrakth's ruin far larger than the body that had held it.
It was a nightmare made of blood and shadow, the size of a Khaazim, its fur dripping with the ichor of thousands of years of imprisonment, its bushy tail of clotted darkness lashed the air, and where Aurora's eyes were blue, this one was red.
The fox that towered over me shook its head, and suddenly more eyes opened on its face… six eyes like the demon. I blinked; this was new. Could the manner of death that Vrakth suffered or the way I ripped out the link have changed something in the fox?
I may not know this truth, but what I knew was that this was the same massive being Aurora was a facet of, and yet it was nothing like her.
