“Ready?”
No.
“Yes,” he said, sounding more certain than he actually felt.
There was no warning. With a sudden movement, Alanic clasped his hand around the top of Zorian’s head and pulled.
Only once had Zorian felt such pain, and that was when Quatach-Ichl had tried to fuse his soul to Zach’s. He tried to scream and found that he had no control over his body anymore.
His vision grew dark around the edges, his body felt numb, and all the sound in the room gradually disappeared. His awareness quickly shrank into a single point, until there was nothing left.
And then there was something. His soul blazed into his awareness, bright and clear in a way it never had been before. He panicked at first, struggling to understand what had happened to him and instinctively flailing around for some
