Draken returned to the underground city and found the dissembled parts of chimeras and monsters scattered everywhere. Limbs and broken armor lay like trash. The place stank of blood and burnt flesh. Endrick's body wasn't there.
"Just how strong is he?" Draken muttered, a frown carving his face as his body slowly metamorphosed.
He peeled off the borrowed face and shifted back to his original shape — a being without a face. No eyes, no nose, no mouth — just a blank slab where a face should be. His skin was purple; air seemed to pulse into him through the pores.
"Man, you really look ugly. No wonder you can't do without taking people's forms," a young voice said, and a smile tugged at Draken's lips.
"Nathan. What are you doing here? We can't be seen together," Draken said coldly, changing his appearance again into the face of one of the many humans he'd devoured.
