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The strands, the width of which were nearly as thick as my arms, of the cocoon were a dull gray color and wrapped top to bottom over each other. A thick rope hung the vessel from the ceiling like a morbid chandelier, and as I watched I noticed a steady, dull black light pulse from the cocoon.
Asher studied the cocoon for only a moment before he spun around to face Roger. The young lord shrank from the furious green eyes of my protector. “Where did you get this?” Asher snapped at him.
Roger pressed his palms against the wall and shook his head. “I couldn’t have known it would summon its children!”
Asher narrowed his eyes. “Then you know what you have.”
I looked to him and couldn’t manage more than a whisper. “What is it?”
Asher returned his attention to the massive vessel tha
