Octokuro — Drukhari =link=

The creature answered. Not with sound, but with a psychic whisper that scraped the inside of his skull:

He was wrong.

Vhane backed away, his bravado gone. “What… what do you want?” octokuro drukhari

The Archon laughed, raising his splinter pistol. “You wish to challenge me? I made you!”

Others say it watches Commorragh from the cracks between stars, teaching the dark city a lesson it will never learn: The creature answered

Some say it’s still there, waiting for the next Archon arrogant enough to claim it.

It unfolded again. This time, no copies emerged. Instead, a single figure stepped forth—a young human woman, unscarred, unbroken, wearing simple clothes of woven fiber. She looked at Vhane with eyes that held no terror. “What… what do you want

But the creature didn’t attack. It unfolded —its carapace peeling back like the petals of a rotten lotus. Inside was no flesh, no circuitry. Just a vertical slit of shimmering, oily darkness. A portal to somewhere that had never been part of reality.