“The night will be long, the process painful, but they will thrive for it. This last sin—this horrible deed—I will gladly die to achieve.” The day before Delphin’s ordeal of rain, his master repeated these words to himself, firming his conviction. As ever, he kept his counsel to himself. His students had to be kept focused, aimed correctly, or they would beg to tread another path, one that would veer astray from the vile contraption of that long-dead race. The Mooncraven.