Behind Klea, six Grand Magus stepped out of the fading mist.
One of them was an elderly Three Cosmos cultivator—Soltz.
The other five radiated the unmistakable pressure of Two Cosmos experts: Morgana, wreathed in primordial flames that distorted the air around her; Feanor, the Fey Deer, his towering antlers crowned with emerald spirit light; Kayelin, the master apothecary, whose serene expression concealed terrifying power; Varrek of the Midnight Brotherhood, his dark robes fluttering like living shadows; and beside them stood a newcomer—Kazrik, an insectoid half-blood who had recently settled in Neo Terra, his chitin-plated arms folded calmly across his broad chest.
"Earth Faction," the masked man said, genuine surprise creeping into his voice. "I thought you had refused the princess. I thought you wanted no part in Dawnstar's squabbles."
Klea met his gaze without the slightest change in expression.
