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She reached out and touched the Archon’s cheek. He tried to move. Could not. Octokuro’s gaze held him frozen.

“It doesn’t scream,” murmured Urien Rakarth, visiting out of bitter curiosity. The ancient Haemonculus traced a talon along the creature’s chitin. “Not even under the torment lance. That is… wrong.” octokuro drukhari

He was wrong.

“Kill them!” Vhane screamed.

Vhane smirked. “It learns silence. I will break it eventually.” She reached out and touched the Archon’s cheek

From that slit stepped copies . Eight of them. Each a perfect mimic of Vhane himself, but wrong—eyes inverted, mouths sewn shut, movements a half-second behind the real Archon’s will. They drew splinter pistols that hadn’t existed a moment before. ” murmured Urien Rakarth