Unbound - Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirty Eight – 838

... Lips split open across the end of the Primordial's tiny head, just beneath those three black eyes. Large, flat teeth shone pale against its black tongue.

I Know What You Portend, Scion.

Felix grunted, trying to move his limbs but failing spectacularly. "And what is that?"

The End.

"The end of what?"

The Primordial twisted him, turning Felix about like a toy, examining him from heels to hair. You Are Incomplete. Wh ...