After the words uttered by the floating mouth in the room faded, Daneel began to walk towards one of the groups with determination clearly showing on his face.
The one he had chosen first was the one where he did not need to make a choice. He knew that he would need more time for the other one, so he had decided that he would take these two before going to them.
As soon as he neared those five droplets of blood, an unseen pressure began to press down on his shoulders.
It was faint but unmistakable, and as he marveled at the fact that just a droplet of blood could do so much, he focused his senses and found out that the pressure was coming from the droplet in the center, around which the others were slowly rotating.
What Godbeast was this, that refused to relent even though it was long dead?
With growing curiosity, he reached the droplets of blood and raised his hand, but just as he was about to touch them, the mouth spoke again.
