Emery had expected resistance—but Veyarel's soul barely fought back. Weakened by injury and perhaps even relieved, the man's soul simply receded into the shadows of consciousness, allowing Emery to take over his body with startling ease.
It saved him precious time, and in those brief seconds of soul fusion, he gained something even more valuable than a Grand Magus's body.
Memory.
Veyarel's mind was a labyrinth—fragmented, but powerful. Within it, Emery found knowledge of the maze-like spatial distortion behind the Stargate, a structure the grand magus risked his life exploring.
Veyarel had glimpsed it... and now Emery possessed that knowledge.
A grin crept across his stolen face.
He had planned merely to fight in this body—to buy time. But this changed everything. With the spatial rift still active beside him, he had a chance to do something far greater.
