Bloodlord (Soulguard Book 3) by Christopher Woods Page B

Kresh and Humans. Most of the Humans kept their eyes downcast. They wore various home-made garments. There were a few in jeans scattered amongst the crowds.
                  Having all of the Kresh around me was bringing that monster inside me close to the surface. As I saw the enslaved humans it was clawing at the walls of my mind.
                  "Rash'Tor'Ri, you must calm your mind," Kil'Sin'Deres said, "There is nothing we can do yet for these people. There will come a time."
                  I tore my eyes from the groups of slaves and followed Kil'Sin'Deres through the throngs of Kresh.
                  That was, perhaps the hardest five miles I had ever walked. The whole way, I had to keep the beast locked down.
                  That all changed the second we entered the Cerres facility. Every eye within sight of us turned to me immediately and I felt like I had walked into my own home.
                  A Farrara'Ti walked toward us I knew his name was Pos'Far'Nadir and I had seen him in a memory. He was the Kresh'Farrara'Ti that Gorvelis had marked on Cerres.
                  "Rash'Tor'Ri," he said in a gravely voice, "You have come to Cerres?"
                  "You might say, I'm passing through, Pos'Far'Nadir," I said, "These are allies. After what we do on Cerres, they will be coming to join you in holding the Cerres facility."
                  Pos'Far'Nadir nodded and led the way inside the facility. In the center of the facility was a large clearing with a huge assembly in the center. It was a massive ring that looked like something out of a TV series I used to watch called Stargate. It was the size of one of the Great Gates that open onto Earth.
                  As the Gate began to charge up, I watched the power it pulled. It came from the Source!
                  The Makers had created something that could Pull its power from the Source of all life and use that power to open a hole in space to another world.
                  "It's powered by the Source," I said.
                  "The Source?" Sam asked.
                  "Yeah, it draws its power from the Source. I have no idea how it uses that to do what it does. But it's connected to the Source."
                  "You may be onto something with those Source Weapons then," Sam said, "I bet there's something similar inside this."
                  "Have you noticed how everything in this city that we've seen is too small for the Kresh?" Darrel asked.
                  "It was created by the Makers," Kil'Sin'Deres answered, "They were as you are. Small."
                  I chuckled. I was feeling so much more at ease since I had entered. The Mark had made these Kresh my family, just as much as it had the Romanians I had marked. There was a whole planet of people who would feel this way. Maybe the Mark wasn't all bad.
                  The rage that had been pounding at my mind's walls began to ease off.
                  This could be a wonderful thing for me, personally, but do I have the right to use this again on people? And where do I draw the line between people of my race and people of the Kresh. Do I have the right to do this Mark on Kil'Sin'Deres? It is his request, but is it right?
                  The Gate flared to life and the portal hummed with power. I couldn't feel it like I could feel when someone Pulls from the Source. But I could see the power flow into the machinery and the tendrils of power twirl and reach out to another world.
                  Pos'Far'Nadir motioned for me to proceed.
                  I stepped forward onto the third planet I had set foot on in a single day. How often does a person get to say that?

Chapter 14
     
     
                  Just like when I stepped into the