Morgan's breath hitched slightly.
Within him the Void World flared instinctively, a cold knot forming in his stomach.
"What are you talking about?"
"You went somewhere you were not meant to survive, and then, " Velagrew said, his voice dropping into a solemn, heavy tone. " against all odds you survived."
"And when you crawled back out into the sun, you did not come back alone."
Morgan's jaw set tightly. "I came back by myself."
"Your body did, perhaps," Velagrew corrected softly.
"But woven into the very structure of your spirit...I feel an echo. A foreign presence, immensely old, resting within the deep bedrock of your Void."
Morgan remembered the suffocating, ancient weight beneath the mountain, the black egg, the terrifying presence of Nythrakar, and the strange, quiet assimilation that had occurred in the dark.
Is it dangerous?" Morgan asked directly, dropping all pretense.
"Almost certainly," Velagrew replied without hesitation.
