Chapter 32

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Chapter 32

This figure moved differently to the ones before it.

It did not shout at her, like some had. It did not brandish flame before her face or poke and prod her with its instruments. In her haze, her black cocoon, she dimly registered the change, observing as if through a long tunnel, at the end of which shone a faint and fragile light.

The figure approached her slowly, silently, almost reverently, like a mourner in a churchyard. A flicker of gold in its hand. A silk standard of sorrow on its shoulders. Cold grey mist seemed to seep around its form. And that was when she knew who it was – what it was – and what it must be here to do.

She closed her eyes again. She waited. In the depths of her eidolon soul, perhaps she even smiled.

She welcomed the shade, and the place to which it would sweep her away.