"How do you know that?" Greg asked coldly, his voice tinged with suspicion. He hadn't told anyone about his Devour ability—how he could absorb the powers of those he consumed. Yet here Sabbah was, speaking of it like he knew all along.
Sabbah lay still, his breathing shallow and uneven. The faintest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Daniel… Be wary of him," he said in a hoarse whisper. "He's not what he once was. He's made contact with beings that don't belong to our universe... Beings that once sought your end. I fear he's no longer on our side—if he ever was."
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Flashback...
After the meeting with Greg, Sabbah returned to his family estate—a massive compound that spanned both the physical world and its mirror within the shadow realm. The halls were silent as he walked through them, each footstep echoing his growing burden.
Time was running short.
