HelsvingarHelsvingarA hundred more questions filled my head concerning both the sword and the Dragon’s fear of the sword. But this was not the time nor the place to delve into such mysteries. Morika still held the goblet of stone in one hand and still held it close to me. She expected me to drink it. I wanted more information about the need to drink it before I decided one way or another.
“Tell me more about this Maliash of yours. What exactly is about to happen?”
Maliash“Pain,” she replied with utter frankness. “Much pain. Soon all the thoughts, all the desires, all the knowledge and magic Sheba acquired over her years of training and experimentation, will be transferred from her soul before it crosses into the Netherworld into your soul. The pain will be excruciating. Horrible memories
