Like all the gang members and gorgut and talisi and soldiers, Reon stared up at the sky, dazzled by the portals ripping open and dropping Gate. No fireworks display could ever match this sight.Lord Harskill continued his attempt to coax Malja to join him, but Reon could not keep her eyes from drifting upward. So many of them. Could they all be like Lord Harskill? Could they all be nearly gods?A commotion erupted off in the back of the army. One Gate had landed there, a tall brutish man, bald and scarred. His do-kha clung so tight to his skin that it outlined all the curves and ridges of his muscles. He walked forward, not slowing for those in his way. One soldier, shocked by the sight of this man, failed to clear out of the path fast enough.The Gate grabbed the man by the top of the head. The do-kha oozed over the soldier’s head and stopped at the neck. As the soldier clutched at his throat, suffocating in the do-kha’s grasp, the Gate twitched his arm muscles. The do-kha snapped into a flat form — crushing the soldier’s head with lightning speed.
