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The Scourge’s hands began to pry the wolf’s mouth open. Koh tried to bite down even harder, to finish what he should have done already, but it was a struggle.

‘Man-Eater,’ came Gohvis’ telepathic voice, directly into Koh’s mind. ‘Release him now.’

Koh might have liked to argue with him, to tell him all manner of things, but he was no psychic. He could understand most languages, and he could read intentions from auras, but speaking--either normally or telepathically--was something of which he had never been capable.

A fact which he had once lamented. Why had his master not granted him the gift of speech? Why only the ability to comprehend the world but not partake more deeply into it?

But he was long past such questions. They served no purpose. He was how he was. No amount of agonizing over it would change that.

And there were other ways to communicate. Such as auras. Gohvis could read them, too. Koh would therefore be able to get some amount of his feelings and intent across. He just had to focus.

Calm the anger in his blood.

Which was not easy, certainly. But he tried. This was a long overdue reckoning. Perhaps the Scourge could understand.

‘Heed my will, Man-Eater. I am your master.’

Or perhaps not.

In fact, those words only served to reignite the fire in his heart. Gohvis was not his master. No being within this realm could rightly claim to be so.

Kallmakk’s fury resonated with his own. Dark tendrils boiled out of his back, all but asking for permission to lash out at Gohvis like a hundred gigantic whips.

Perhaps Koh shouldn’t have allowed it, but he did.

Apparently, that was more than enough of an answer for Gohvis. As the tendrils battered him, Gohvis growled in two voices, then bulked up visibly with a single great pulse. He ripped Ettol free from Koh’s mouth, leaving half the flesh behind.

But he got the cranium. The only part that mattered.

Koh mauled him. Smothered the Black Scourge in darkness, tooth, and claw.

This meat was much more durable. The skin resisted his dagger-sized teeth but not completely.

A punch came.

There was enough force behind it to break Koh’s neck and send him reeling backwards, away from the Scourge.

The blanket of darkness swirled and caught him in midair, steadying him.

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