Clouds of cosmic gas folded into one another.
Within them, something moved.
Long limbs struck the ground. A vast body rose from the haze, drawing the scattered remnants of Cosmotaur into its impossible shape.
GALAQUINE, THE NEBULOUS CRUSADER.
He galloped through the ruined landscape towards the three companions.
A colossal bow lifted.
Between its drawn ends, celestial light sharpened into an arrow.
Lunumbro stopped licking Silas’s face.
His ears turned. So did Lunumbra’s.
Silas looked past them just as Galaquine released the string.
