"You seven will come with me," Hazon ordered, his massive clawed hand pointing toward Vlad, Freya, Ouroboros, and four of the Nightmare Eyes.
"The rest will follow me," Barkial added curtly, gesturing to Jormungandr, Fafnir, and Overlord.
The eyes of the True Depravitas and Overlord narrowed as those words sank in. All the other teams had remained intact—yet theirs was being deliberately split apart. It wasn't difficult to understand why.
Vlad had already attracted too much attention. He hadn't conquered one or two Sectors, but three, and the feat was spreading like wildfire among the forces gathered here. More dangerous still, it was no secret that he could fuse with the small yellow cat. That union had elevated him to terrifying heights.
