"Why, I thought you were all well-read?" Merahir laughed. "At least that's what I was told," his eyes flashed at Tarranna, who shrugged, the same cat-like smile painting her face once again. "These are the Vadanthyre. Or, in the common tongue, those without a soul." Viktor felt goosebumps begin to take him over, beginning with his arms, as Merahir burst out into laughter, which became more and more frenzied by the moment. "They're going to be helping us with the testing." White light burst in front of his eyes and Viktor fell to his knees, with Marialena following suit, a scream tearing free from both of their throats as the shadows closed in around them.
Images flashed before him, first slowly then rapidly, as if someone were turning through the pages of his mind like a book, searching for something in particular. 236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTWO22XtQHr
Further and further backward it went until it hit a distant memory of Viktor, as a baby, being carried by Reynar out of a burning, ash-filled city, with beings of shadow and flame pursuing them.
They entered a sprawling, white stone manor, turned a corner into a green-and-red carpeted sitting room, and a woman screamed. Shuddering, Viktor slipped into oblivion. 236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP2Rxj9jYBd
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