Aetheral Space

Chapter 222:9.13: Friend and Foe

I feel the memories I have sent you require greater context, Apexbishop.

The man called Skipper is the only one to ever give the Supreme pause. He is the Supreme’s last dream, the spark that keeps him alive -- even now. Normally, I would suggest he be terminated for this reason, but the memory of him is enough to keep the Supreme breathing. Without doubt, he is a unique entity.

To be candid, he gives me a bad feeling. He is either our ruin or salvation -- and it will be he, not us, who decides which.

This decision is not ours to make. I suggest the Inner Garden be consulted.

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Jamie Pot reached out for the dead. He’d placed a corpse-fly in the room with the green man earlier -- right in the corner of the room, where the fog was thickest, all the better to conceal himself.

Land of the Dead.

Usually, this ability would be betrayed by a spark of green Aether, but in this case he invested his strength in concealing it. Without even a sound, he swapped places with the corpse-fly: Jamie appeared in the corner of the smoke-filled room, while the corpse-fly was transported to the broken hallway.

He’d never done any actual re

-- and she suddenly stopped. Dragan looked up, too, to follow her gaze, but saw nothing but darkness above. His eyes flicked back to Serena.

"Serena," he winced, picking himself up. "Are you…"

He stopped. Something was wrong.

Serena had frozen completely, like a statue, her surprised expression paused in place. Slowly, ever so slowly, her head turned to look directly at him… and eerie green light flared inside her eyes. The sword in her hand inexorably moved to point in his direction.

"Serena?" Dragan repeated, mouth dry.

She did not answer.

But she did move.