[i]In days past the Mender called out into the night.[/i] “I want them all to hear, every head, every ear. I will stop you.” [i]From outside the darkness, countless glowing eyes opened to answer, bathing him in their luminance, their whole focus concentrated on him alone. The awful, waving and shifting lights merely glanced for the briefest moment, but in it he knew they were afraid, for they did not know him. He too, was afraid, for he recognized what was beyond. If not for his years with the Deep, the Mender would have fallen into madness. The lights flickered out, but several remained, staring deep into his soul. The last lights that now dotted the infinite expanse of darkness on this edge of the Far Realm watched long after the Mender departed, and at last they moved to action. The Many Headed, was on the move. [/i]