Across that skin ran lines of cold blue light — faint, pulsing at irregular intervals, the same blue-white of the Arakenys devices, embedded in the creature itself, either natural or placed there, which distinction Aragon decided was a problem for a different moment. Its head was wide and low, the jaw hinged further back than the head's width should have allowed. It had no visible eyes. Where eyes should have been: flat plates of that same pale material as the armour, smooth, featureless, sensing something other than light.
It stopped in the gate opening and the cold light in its skin pulsed once, twice, and it turned what served as its head slowly across the outer ward.
It found Aragon.
It crossed the outer ward in four seconds.
Aragon went sideways.
