“How bad is it, my lord?” Norwyn asked as Dark showed him the point where the poisonous barb had entered.
“I don’t have have long,” Dark said. “What is the final alternative? And what is that noise?”
The humming in the chamber irritated Dark, and it seemed to make his wounds worse.
“That’s the final alternative,” Norwyn said. “Abstraction.”
“What?”
Norwyn looked at the wound sadly. “You’re not going to make it, my lord,” he said. “The only way for you to survive is to become an Abstraction. The process uses a copious amount of magic, and it will heal your wounds.”
“But what about Fenroot?”
“I can handle Fenroot.”
“Will I be able to use magic?”
“No, but magic won’t defeat him. Intelligence will.”
There was some truth to what Norwyn said. Fenroot’s magic was beyond compare, and mor
