Simon sat on the surface of the sea without moving.
Rain kept falling on him. Cold sweat ran down his back beneath his robe, and his breathing was still slightly rough. His heart was beating faster than it should have been.
It was not from exhaustion.
It was from what he had just seen.
The darkness. The thousands of pale eyes. The cold hands holding him as though they had all the time in the world.
And that voice.
'Shadow.'
Simon's brows slowly drew together.
What was Shadow?
Was it a living being? A being stronger than the gods he had faced in his past life? A powerful Daemon from an age long forgotten... from the time of Lilith?
Or was it the Shadow Plane itself?
Then another thought came to him, and his eyes narrowed.
'Could it be the ancient Shadow Monarch?'
The voice had said that he killed "the one who would have worn my crown." There was only one person that could refer to.
Thorgan.
And Thorgan had the potential to become the next Shadow Monarch.
