Chapter 290

• [Primus]
• Our party makes room as three technicians enter from a side chamber. Their robes are as gray as stone, from shoulder to foot, covering pale draconic flesh that shimmers with a similar hue to the Archon himself. His offspring? They have a similar, almost ancient, feel to their energy that resonates with the powers of earth, and something else…a spark of the cosmic that reminds me of my mate’s connection to the void.
• But then again, everything reminds me of my mate these days. Gods, how I miss her.