ALPHA ORION: The Risen shadow Moon King
The third was young with a lean face and eyes of gold fixed on Orion with curiosity.
Orion did not move. He did not turn to acknowledge them.
“Brother," said the older man, speaking in his deep, measured way, “You are out of bounds. You were summoned, hope you know?"
"I know where I am, Matthias," Orion said, his tone calm but battered with strain. "I came to this place to meet you. It's neutral ground."
“Neutral ground smells of humans,” the young one, whose name I did not know, sneered, his anger showing clearly in his voice. “It smells of a female human. Weak and powerless. What have you brought for us?”
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