Akaza looked around.
A broad stone path stretched beneath an iron-grey sky. Broken pillars stood along its edges, and beyond them lay darkness without anything he could recognise.
The elders were gone. So were Sonya and the others.
He looked behind him.
A tall gate stood at the beginning of the path, its opening filled with a faint, shifting light.
"So this is it."
He could still feel the warmth against his chest.
'Blackmoon.'
Akaza touched the place briefly, then lowered his hand and walked forward.
A figure waited between two broken pillars.
The Daemon was broad-shouldered, with short black hair and grey skin. Thick ridges covered his knuckles and elbows. He stood barefoot, his arms hanging loosely beside him.
Akaza stopped when the Daemon turned.
His blood recoiled, and his shoulders stiffened before he could stop them.
A Kharad.
The name surfaced within him, along with an understanding of what stood before him.
A Common Daemon bloodline.
