She reached out and touched the Archon’s cheek. He tried to move. Could not. Octokuro’s gaze held him frozen.
The woman dissolved back into the creature’s embrace. Octokuro’s eight eyes wept black light. And Archon Vhane—who had never screamed in three thousand years of conquest—opened his mouth and learned what it meant to be prey. octokuro drukhari
The creature answered. Not with sound, but with a psychic whisper that scraped the inside of his skull: She reached out and touched the Archon’s cheek
Others say it watches Commorragh from the cracks between stars, teaching the dark city a lesson it will never learn: octokuro drukhari