Groniev managed to regain his balance, but even as he did so, the crack closed a little, wedging him tightly and he let out a brief but unexpectedly fearful shout.
Urssain remembered that Groniev had a morbid and abiding fear of enclosed places. He felt Oklar’s spirit filling the room.
‘I know and understand my terrain, commander,’ Dan-Tor repeated. Then, slowly, as if to a foolish child, ‘And I am master over all that shape and form it. From the weather-blasted peaks of the highest mountains, through the choking, suffocating dust of the southern deserts, to the rocks that lie bound helpless and airless in the dark, crushing, depths far below us; the rocks from which this tower is built.’
As he spoke, the crack slowly began to close and Groniev began to struggle desperately.
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