Kyrexiel told him everything. Except for the part about who his real contractor was. He told him it was the Risen Star. He also told him about Sandskar who was currently as a cloak around him.
"So it was really real. Not a dream." Malak muttered.
Kyrexiel raised a brow. They were sitting opposite each other, the low table between them. "You thought it was a dream." His voice was flat.
Malak shrugged. "Mine was...not like yours. There was no fighting for me. There was a kidnapping. Hunting." He shuddered.
Sandskar glowed and turned to a scarf that coiled around Kyrexiel's neck. "I was supposed to take him as mine since my territory is directly around the portal!"
Kyrexiel didn't point out that Sandskar can say the same for every Rashaka that passed through since he was the first Ancient they would face.
Malak looked at the talking scarf. "So...this is also an Ancient." He sounded doubtful.
