On a mountain peak that carved jagged lines into the sky of the Artificial Primordial, Khaemwaset-of-the-Nine-Suns stood looking down at seven dead First Scales.
They had come at him together thirty minutes ago, on the assumption that many First Scales made a reasonable wall against one Second. They had been wrong.
He was frowning.
His gold-flame eyes were not on the bodies. His frown was directed at the middle distance, because a voice had begun speaking into his ear.
Which was interesting, because no voice at all was supposed to be able to speak into any ear inside this Domain.
"The Vilicus of the Stunted Observable Existence has killed a Second Scale entity," the voice said, small and calm. "Pantaleon.No remains. He may be more powerful than we anticipated...govern yourself accordingly."
The voice went quiet.
Khaemwaset stood very still as his gold-flame eyes cooled into something significantly less warm than the small private amusement he had worn since the bridge!
