Elen’s wings spread, and she flew like a star.On her back, the exhausted forms of Deyara and Draevan hung on for dear life, with Eri — still unconscious — pinned between them.Behind, the monsters of the Despoiled Canticle gave chase. The screeching horde consists of humanoid knights of ivory bones, shambling flesh horrors the size of barns, and hundreds of skittering insects that flew in hungry swarms.Despite their desperate situation, Lord Draevan’s mind whirled with almost child-like excitement.A Saint… A Saint! I knew it. Draevan would have grinned if he still had strength. And not just any Saint. For her to be able to resurrect so quickly and summon a fragment of her past Core on demand, Lady Elen must be a—His thoughts were interrupted as a stumbling giant blocked their path. The multi-limb beast roared and charged at them. Elen’s angel wings extended outwards and speared forth. Lances of light riddled the creature with holes, and it went down. They were free of the chamber. The group entered the enormous stomach of the beast.It was complete chaos. Hordes of monsters and undead serfs swarmed over the port of bones and flesh. In the centre of the stomach — thrashing upon the lake of acid — was the roaring form of the Biovore corvette. Cannons, arrows, and magic fired rampantly outward from the vessel. The (...)