Gwen stood next to Hymn, eyeing the being in front of her. To call it a creature seemed wrong. It was too humanoid for that. And yet it was utterly inhuman. The feeling of energy and power coming from it was beyond anything she’d ever felt, and neither the mare nor Gwen were sure of what to do with that.
The pale, seafoam mare sniffed at the being, the pink skin of...
