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In Darkness

The remains of the House of Hermes stood on the deck of the airship in silence and mourning.

“It’s really her, isn’t it?” Lithic whispered.

“It’s her,” Auric growled, trembling with emotion.

She understood his rage, for before them labored the remains of Aphotic, eldest of the Triplets. Hers had been the dangerous Gift of Ignorance, giving her magic that defied logic and the methods of science, that bent the fabric of reality to create wonders. Lithic cried for this little sister so corrupted by bitter ambition.

Nology continued to speak to the construct, but it was soon clear that Aphotic now knew nothing but a deep, aching hunger to destroy. A hunger that would eventually overwhelm what dim memories she had of her sibs. Even Auric, youngest of the Triplets, would not be safe.

No, they would have to survive this encounter and continue their search into the Nameless Land for the architect of this disaster. The middle Triplet, Destroyer, Betrayer, Corrupter.

His laughter echoed on the wind…

Aureate.

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