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He recognized this legion. The Mendocava, some called them in this world. Or the Void Riders. But their true name was much more mundane. They were of the Outerdark Patrol. An endless division belonging to the Lord of Bones, who preferred his minions to maintain a skeletal or rotting visage.

This was predictable, of course. The legions of the Bone Lord were usually at the periphery of the kingdom, so it was only natural that they would be the quickest to respond to his call.

Koh might’ve preferred one of the dragon legions, instead. He was on better terms with them. As a reckless young pup, he’d harassed the Bone Lord and his legions quite a bit, so they probably did not harbor much love for him.

But oh well. They were still his brethren of the Dark. They would serve just fine here.

And then he felt it. Full control. Full dominance over this blackened, hulking body of his.

He badly wanted to let loose and run down Ettol at this very moment, but he held the howl for a while longer so that the Patrol could finish crossing the bridge.

And he sent them silent word, as well. They needed to know who was friend and who was foe.

Unfortunately, even Koh himself only knew so much about that. He was keenly aware of how this situation must have been appearing to all of the onlooking servants. Most likely, none of them would understand what was happening, other than the fact that he was perhaps more powerful than any of them.

So he told the Patrol to ignore anyone who did not attack them first. Whether that would actually be enough to avoid utter mayhem here was questionable. Fear would no doubt play a role in these events today.

But he couldn’t allow anyone to get in the way of the Prime Hunt. Especially now, when he finally had his most elusive prey in sight.

And then, at last, he let himself free. The howl ended, and with it, his gargantuan form torpedoed across the drizzling battlefield, straight toward Ettol, whose presence he’d locked onto right away.

There was no escape now, Trickster.

There was an illusory form in the way. A false target. Even now, Koh only sensed it at the last moment. He blitzed through it and pursued the real one, concealed beneath a cloak of supposed Invisibility.

Found you.

His teeth sunk into Ettol’s flesh.