TKC 279
Commander Gennerin strides forward, heading directly to the
ethereal woman.
“Gennerin!” Damin rasps. “Don’t!”
The older man glances over his shoulder. “Just be ready,” he
says, and goes on walking.
Ready for what? I look quickly at Damin to find him stoic.
Expressionless and calm. Whatever Gennerin intends, Damin has marked it. He
does not like it, but he knows what will come next. By the stars, the men in my
life are all mad and far too ready to die.
The ghostly horde tightens the perimeter, but they do not
attack. When they do, we cannot survive them, but it appears they wait for the
command to do so.
What is going on?
I focus on Sassen. She watches the approaching Ilfin
commander with amusement evident in her expression. “Please, mortal, what can
you possibly do?”
Peripherally, I notice Damin flexes his fingers, both hands.
Oh.
My attention narrows to the ethereal woman. I must be ready
also for what will come next.
Gennerin speaks then, his tone one of satisfaction. “My
talent is the ability to reveal liars in whichever form they appear in. Did you
sense this? Clearly not, or you would have dissipated already.”
The woman’s amusement vanishes.
“This gift permits me an added ability few others possess,”
Gennerin continues, and in that moment he is with her, in her face, and he
grips her ethereal shoulders with both his hands. “It allows me to solidify
what is unreal to others.”
His fingers dig in; Sassen screeches as vapours of thin
white smoke waft upward. It is akin to the tendrils of heat from a hot stew
vanishing into the air as the concoction cools. Gennerin then jerks the woman
forward and shifts his weight. He throws her towards Damin.
Damin catches her, and I shout, “Leffandir!”
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