Ethan stared at the strange creature, its back crowned with a pair of ragged wings from which jutted long, sickle-shaped bone blades. The Blazing Qilin's massive jaws had clamped down on its torso, but those same bone blades had been driven deep into the Qilin's eyes. That, Ethan realized, must have been what killed it.
The Blazing Qilin was immune to any kind of fire—its body couldn't be burned, even after death. Though it had been lying in molten rock for who knew how long, its flesh remained untouched. But this other creature was equally unscathed, and Ethan could feel a faint, alien pulse of life still flickering inside it.
"What is that?" Red Snow—whom he still instinctively thought of as Reddie—glared at the corpse, her voice tinged with loathing.
Ethan shook his head. He didn't know. No one could.
