Calyx stood in the middle of the street; his once-dark hair now a shade of gray, and his lively blue eyes transformed into a glowing sheen of dark mist. It was Calyx's face and body, but in that moment, it wasn't him.
The Quasars, struggling to draw breath, quickly realized this as they scrambled to exit the area. Claire picked up Haze, who seemed to have passed out from shock, while Elai helped the injured Rogan away.
In the middle of the street now stood the ethervore, its gaze fixed on Calyx. Calyx, now sitting on a rock that seemed to emerge from the ground for that purpose, remained in a contemplative silence.
"You had to seek refuge in an outsider. How much more will you fall, Moros?" The ethervore's mockery was pronounced, attempting to cover the slight fear it felt.
Moros, fully in control of Calyx's body, turned to face the ethervore. His eyes resembled an eternal void, beckoning for souls and piercing deep into the ethervore's mind.
