Zalmos Proxy -

"To whom?"

"Someone who remembers what it felt like to be mortal." zalmos proxy

"I need you to deliver something," Zalmos said. "To whom

Behind him, Zalmos sat alone in the lead hallway, waiting for a reply he already knew would never come. He reached over and gently touched Elias's wrist

"Yes," Zalmos agreed. He reached over and gently touched Elias's wrist. "But you won't need a body where you're going. You'll need something else."

The Arch didn't scan him. It absorbed him.

He woke on his knees in a hallway of polished lead. The air tasted of rust and burned rosemary. Ahead: a door without a handle. Behind: a wall of weeping stone. Elias knew the protocol. He closed his eyes, bit the inside of his cheek until copper flooded his mouth, and spoke the name he'd been bred to forget.