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Only two heeded his call, but that was enough. These were the two he did not know, which made this session rather auspicious. The single girl approached, her star-kissed coat glittering. He nodded briefly at her approach, but said nothing waiting for another. Soon enough, the pale boy arrived, silent also. He waited again, but when it became apparent that no others would arrive, he rose to his feet.

He distinctly remembered his first lesson. It immediately showed him what his training would be like. Sudden, brutal, and fast. There was no room for mercy, not among killers, and they must be taught that as soon as possible. Nemesis' lot, he was sure knew that, but how well? His indigo eyes locked on them, devoid of any anger as he snarled and lunged forward at Keelut, intent on snatching the boy up into the air. He was small enough, and Miraak was still strong enough, where he could briefly be held by the Reaper. What his sister would do remained to be seen.