Book 4: Chapter 36
It waited with patience a fraction of a moment more until the Chainmaiden’s strength was at its peak.
There.
The shell It had refined was now ready for Its Will to be deployed.
Through the aperture, It exerted Its influence to send the slightest portion of Its Will into the foreign domain. As the transformation took hold, It encountered the presence of the mortal soul It had enslaved within the shell of the being.
Memories of its history melded with Its own, and a surprise further yet emerged…knowledge of the foul Husk itself. The mortal soul loathed the Husk.
Fortuitous...It thought. A borrowed hatred would It gladly now employ.
As It extended Its senses, the brilliance and opulence that was the prime firmament filled Its being. Diffuse energy, thriving with life essence. All around it, were Its throngs. They fell to the ground in worship.
Looking star ward, the Bloodmoon was now full.
But it would not be so for long.