That was new. None of them had ever heard of such a species.
His silver cloak swayed as he straightened, proudly baring his gleaming torso. "We were warriors. Proud, mighty. Now only a few of us remain. Even our Vows…"
He trailed off again, lost in thought.
"Vows?" Kaedros prompted.
"I'm not talking about that," Gold snapped. "Nice try, human."
Rauk ignored the shift in mood. "You said your father... we've met him?"
"Oh, yes," Gold said, smug now. "You met him the day you arrived at Throne of Ruinlight."
Their eyes widened.
"The Keeper?" Taria asked in disbelief.
"Of course." Gold grinned. "That beastly hunk of metal who let you in? He's my father."
They should've known. Both had metal bodies, though the Keeper looked more bestial, hulking and monstrous, while Gold looked like a human made of polished chrome.
"But you don't resemble him at all," Kaedros observed.
Gold beamed. "My father has already unlocked his fourth form. That's why."
"Form?" Kaedros echoed.
