Death - Sends message

Death leaned back, bracing himself on Harvester, and dropped his head in concentration. The wind whistled around him, adding a second mask of stringy hair atop the one that normally concealed his features. He’d done this before, and easily enough—but never across such thick boundaries, separated by so many realms.
The bone surface below him rippled, faded to a roughly contoured black. Brilliant as a lightning strike, and equally as fleeting, he saw the craggy visage of the Crowfather, expression sagging in one of his traditional scowls.
“Honestly, the two of you need to learn to damn well do this yourselves. I’ve got better things to occupy my time than play courier whenever you get lonesome …”
And he was gone. A sinuous conduit of pure thought stretched through the non-space his image had occupied, linking two distant minds, one great, one feral.
As War leaned over the roof’s edge, studying the first of the distant shapes emerging from the ashen flurries, Death’s attentions were worlds away, delivering the simplest, yet the most urgent, of signals.

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Chapter 28