The form was deep, dark, and supernatural, like it had crawled out from the Earth’s abyss. Long, black braids hid his attacker’s darkened eyes. The image before Kameron tore through his flesh, bones, blood, and mind to the very limits of his ability to stay conscious.
Many seconds passed before it spoke. “I am disappointed and my patience is wearing thin.” Its voice penetrated Kameron’s skin like shards of glass and seemed to emanate from very far away; it was ancient, like it had been there since the beginning of time. “I look into eyes that are no longer his,” it grimaced. “They mirror two lives that are one. I seek him, but I cannot find him.”