Before, deep within Stagnant Space…
"…Time is of the essence, though. Your prompt intervention is required."
Unlike Savast, Baddan, and the tamed beasts around them, however, Eaniss refused to move on as though nothing had happened. The same was true for Em-Sul and the Mad Bishop. For this man, Aingor, to suddenly appear after the Cluster collapsed was not only suspicious but infuriating.
"You are who we are assuming you are?" Eaniss said sharply.
Aingor nodded. "Indeed. I am the one whom you call the Immortals, the hidden powers behind the Severed Union. I am, sadly, only one man. I imagine you realized my identity because of my companion here." He gestured towards the faceless man. "I had imagined you would still be sour about the manner in which I sent him with the directive to pursue the masked man to Edagon."
"You're damn right!" cried the Mad Bishop. "He was rude. I would never invite him into my cathedral, much less offer him bread!"
