The hollow, robotic greeting echoed across the silent, sunlit crater.
It was a chilling, flawless mimicry of communication, completely devoid of the fierce, passionate soul of the woman they loved.
But before the Kings could even begin to process the absolute, apocalyptic horror of her empty gaze, her eyes rolled completely back into her skull.
She collapsed like a severed marionette, plummeting forward toward the jagged stone.
"Roxy!" Zarek roared, his voice tearing violently through the mountain air.
He moved with blinding, desperate speed. He threw himself forward, sliding across the stone and catching her limp body against his broad chest a fraction of a second before her head could hit the rock.
"Roxy, look at me! Wake up!" Kaelen begged, his large, blood-stained hands frantically cupping her pale face. Her skin was as cold as glacial ice. She wasn't breathing.
