Silas followed the pulse across worlds until it led him to Numena—and Junior Shadowmage.
Beneath the fractured sky, the young mage watched the winged stranger descend. Fear took hold. He raised his newly awakened wand and struck.
Silas caught the magic.
The stream bound them together, locking Junior’s hand around his wand. Then purple light crept from Silas’s grip, travelling against the current.
Through the magic. Into the wand. Beneath Junior’s skin.
The Contagion had found another host.
Junior struggled as his body twisted and his shadow grew. Silas released his grip and stumbled backward.
Where the young mage had stood, a colossal figure towered over him, wings unfurled against the stars, cosmic power burning through its body.
Junior Shadowmage was gone.
In his place stood COSMOTAUR.
And for the first time since beginning his journey, Silas looked up.
