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Firian
It wasn’t in Firian to give up. Every nerve in his body burned, and the sun had sunk below the horizon, and the Sentry blocked his access to the Unreal as surely as a stone wall prevented someone from walking through it. But he stood up, shakily, to his feet. He flexed his fingers and bounced on either leg, trying to regain a sense of strength and balance. Killing Belik this way had only been the initial plan. It wasn’t the only one that might work.
Zhufal stirred. His eyes opened, meeting Firian’s. He didn’t try to cry out.
In a second, Firian had crouched beside him and yanked down the gag. “Where did he go?”
Indecision warred in the man’s features, though he remained composed. “The Main.”
“How many are with him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Guess,” Firian snarled.
“It’s not a g
