The warriors of the Blackreach became completely speechless as their gaze settled on Malakai, seated calmly atop his Gravethorn.
He was surrounded by experienced warriors, battle-hardened men and women who had faced countless battles.
Because of this, it didn't even take a second for them to feel it.
The Vita.
Streaming into him like a river.
And when they did, the realization slammed into them.
He had evolved.
It was hard to believe what they were seeing. Harder to accept.
A silence blanketed the fortress, so absolute that most didn't even remember to whisper among themselves.
Still, despite the stares… despite the weight of countless gazes trying to make sense of his presence, Malakai remained utterly calm.
He was the first to dismount, landing softly.
Hamada followed next, then Nyx, who silently took her place behind him.
Hamada stepped forward.
"Let me escort you to your chambers, Ninth Vein. You should rest. I'll have them bring you some food."
