The Forgotten Rebellion

++Who were you talking to? Brother?++

Izara's synthesized voice dispelled all illusions and cut short Khayon's easy laughter.

Khayon did not answer his sister at once. When he turned back, he saw only cables and the cold gleam reflected from metal walls.

"Nothing."

++According to my analysis, you are hiding something.++

Khayon sighed. "I saw my friends. They were so real."

Izara did not dwell long on Khayon's visions. She was still very curious about Nefertari's final fate. She clearly remembered Khayon mentioning Nefertari's own kind.

"Oh, right... her people. By all rights, this place was not suitable for her survival. It was too close to their new god. But to her, her own people were far more dangerous than that new god. She might have committed some crimes. She never said, and there was no need for me to dig into it."

"She was taken by a noble house in Commorragh. I gathered my men and prepared to attack Commorragh to rescue her. Abaddon was there too. He did not try to stop my grief. He respected my determination, encouraged—perhaps even admired—my rage. He ordered the Black Legion into the Webway to support my mad vengeance. That was Loyalty. It was the brotherhood we had lost long ago."

"In the end, I found Nefertari in a collapsed spire. It was a structure much like a hive. The aesthetic tastes of the Drukhari of Commorragh were not all that different—perhaps I simply could not make sense of what the patterns on those walls meant."

"She was at the end of a trail of blood, hanging upside down against a wall. Her pointed ears had been cut off and hung from her neck by strips of skin like headphones..." Khayon's tone changed slightly, drawing concern from Izara.

++Brother...++

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