Abel, the founder of the Archive organization, the man who had let one of the most powerful empires crumble to dust. His reasons you ask? Well, it?s simple. He was tired, tired of being forced to run such a thing as the Archive, as well as battle the many minds within his own skull. Thousands, millions, billions, trillions, it was pointless to count them. Pointless indeed. He had only one person he knew he could turn too, even if he was an all devouring locust.
He did nothing but float there in deep, deep orbit around Maltruse, far enough away were the guarding forces wouldn?t detect him. Not until he reached out with his mind, grabbing hold of a single Lorcar cell of the Great Queen.
Delton?
