Chapter 1757
The Potter smiled faintly, revealing a nearly toothless mouth where the few remaining teeth seemed to wriggle like worms — or perhaps they were worms.
“You know my true name,” he said.
“I do,” the visitor replied, nodding. “But I don’t know who might be listening.”
The Potter assumed a mask of thoughtfulness, the only expression on his ‘face’ that could be sustained for more than a moment without provoking the urge to vomit.
“You know,” the freak said, extending his hand to reveal a mirror that had materialized on it. There was no magic involved, no Therna, no incantations, nor the energy of the World River. The Black General had never been sure how the Potter did what he did, nor had anyone else, for that matter, not even the gods.
“When I look into this mirror,”
