Part Two
What followed was carnage that reality itself struggles to remember.
Luminus, no, he called himself Malevolent now, swept across creation like a plague.
Everywhere he went, corruption followed. More of my lycans fell to his shadow touch, becoming twisted versions of themselves, forever battling the darkness within. Human villages were decimated, either drained by his vampires or transformed into them.
The dream realm itself became a battlefield as his dream walkers twisted peaceful slumber into nightmares.
"We have to stop him," Aether said, finding me at the edge of a devastated forest where seventeen of my lycans had been corrupted in a single night. Their pack brothers had been forced to put them down, and the sound of their mourning howls still echoed through the trees.
"How?" I asked, my silver light dimmed with grief. "He's our brother. He knows our every strength, every weakness."
