Chapter 84.
Hours passed.
The cocoon that had been moving and pulsing—finally stopped.
Dax emerged from the back of the lab, his footsteps heavy against the sterile floor. Behind him, the Gargarion hung suspended, its back exposed, its bones and organs visible through layers of carefully parted flesh. But one thing was evident a new spine formed little by little it was regenerating.
In Dax's palm, a bloody spine writhed—moving as if alive, twisting, curling, fighting against the grip that held it. He carried it with both arms, cradling it like something sacred, and placed it carefully into a suspension tube.
The tube sealed and the spine settled.
"This one is for me," Dax said quietly. "At least before I touch the fragments of annihilation… I have to use this."
His eyes were firm.
Since returning to the clan, his mind had not been settled. There was too much to do. Too many variables.
No more mistakes.
A hand punched through the cocoon pulling himself free.
Thud.
