The air over the shattered Rhogart plains was so dense with power that it felt as if the atmosphere itself had become liquid. Every heartbeat in every living being strained under that suffocating pressure, their chests heaving for air that refused to fill their lungs.
And in the midst of it all, Derek stood utterly petrified.
His eye was wide, pupil dilated in horror as he beheld the towering figure that looked down upon him like some insignificant thing.
"You…" Derek rasped, voice raw with disbelief, especially upon seeing this thing's face. The hand clutching the Void Reaver's hilt trembled so violently the crimson steel clattered. "Who…are you?"
The Immortal Sovereign's eyes—one a blinding blue, the other white as dying starlight—shifted at last to regard him directly. That single gaze made Derek feel as if every secret he'd ever harbored had been laid bare.
