As his existence advanced and began to expand his rulership across Lifeforms...his body in one of the domains in THE ETERNAL PAX continued its role of a Prisoner.
There was a door in the back of Mahishasura's workshop that did not look like it went anywhere important.
Yrsa walked him through it on his golden leash, Mahishasura leading with a host's unhurried pleasure, and between one step and the next, the workshop was gone.
Sunlight fell from no sun.
White marble colonnades. Terraced gardens. Olive trees older than some frameworks, shallow pools mirroring a ceiling pretending to be sky, couches of carved marble circling long low tables, the smell of crushed herbs and old wine!
Compared to the cage-fields outside, it was a paradise. Compared to anything honest, a display case.
And lounging through the whole of it were Cursed Descendants.
'Seven,' Noah counted behind his cold expression. 'And not one curse is the same....'
