Chapter 137

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Seven

Riding on a wave of withering heat, the putrid stench washed over Connor. He’d come to identify that as the imprisoned alien’s manifestation, something he could use as the precursor to Selen’s return.

She didn’t disappoint.

While he gagged on the filthy smell, the sliver of shadow he’d seen through Elise’s eyes became not just a wall but a cube—a section of the room that simply reappeared, draped in shadow.

That shadow was immune to the light coming from the artifacts and to the light coming from Connor’s armor.

As quickly as the shadow appeared, it collapsed, leaving behind Selen.

But Connor Had barely seen her—felt her—before a thunderclap radiated through his new perceptions, nearly knocking him back.

Darkness wasn’t a thing. It was the absence of light, nothing more.

Yet this darkness had expanded then imploded.

What was this alien doing? What was it capable of doing?

Anything, he realized.

That included changing its physical avatar.