Zoran heard the voices as if through a long tunnel, echoing at first, then becoming clearer and clearer, as he came closer to exiting it. He could feel his symbiot moving through his body purging the vile drug that held him captive. As more of the drug was forced through his pores, his head became clearer, and so did his memories. Zoran’s symbiot burst from around his body, shaking as if to rid itself of the droplets of Trimida, just as Zoran let out a roar of rage, shifting into his dragon shape.
“Oh, yeah. He’s pissed,” Ha’ven said, warily keeping an eye on the furious dragon.
Zoran swung his head around, looking for the Curizan’s voice. His narrow, slitted eyes focused on Ha’ven. A low, menacing growl rumbled in his chest as he slowly flipped over to a crouching position. He took a st
