A spike of pain lanced through Quinlan's skull, so sharp it nearly drove him to his knees. His vision blurred and breath hitched as something vast pressed in, invading his personal space. It was something, an entity that should not have been watching.
And then came the voice.
Feminine, but wrong. Twisted, frayed at the edges. A melody of whispers layered atop one another, scraping his soul raw.
'I found you, killer of Venthros.'
Quinlan staggered. The pain worsened until the world tilted. He would have hit the ground if not for Vex. She darted in, supporting his weight with both arms, worry etched across her usually composed face.
"What's wrong?!"
He didn't reply to his Hexwitch just yet.
'Who… are you?' Quinlan forced the words out, not aloud, but with the barest push of thought. Speaking even in his own mind felt dangerous. His head pulsed like it was being cracked open.
