The being that used to be Song of the Fallen abandoned the dark memory, still painted in somber shades by the feelings of powerlessness and apprehension captured in it.
It was a little sad and a little uncomfortable, to witness someone as fearsome as the Lord of Shadows feeling so stumped and restrained.
The Lord of Shadows… his memories were strange and eerie, permeated by a staggering vastness of his consciousness and an alien kind of perception that very few beings shared. She vaguely remembered being strained by sharing his senses, and even now, it was too easy to get lost in them.
The Lord of Shadows was vast and powerful, but even he had been restrained by the quiet, insidious conquest of the Dreamspawn.
'This man, Yutra… he was the first.'
But he had not been the last.
