The "metal" cube is warm and soothing to the touch. Beneath Armani's fingertips, it thrums faintly. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. A heartbeat. Each pulse radiates an impossible to define energy, but it is not a linchpin.
It beats three more times and then goes still.
And that is when something rises up out of the water behind them. A human form cloaked in black, the face a grotesque white mask with a keyhole for a mouth. The masked thing glides up to the beach, nearly silent except for the whispering of its robes.
MEMORY: A Distant Shore
It beats three more times and then goes still.
And that is when something rises up out of the water behind them. A human form cloaked in black, the face a grotesque white mask with a keyhole for a mouth. The masked thing glides up to the beach, nearly silent except for the whispering of its robes.