CHAPTER 83Esyal struggled with both pain and despair. Pain from the blow that had sent her across the room and despair at the sight of what Adroyan had become. The after-images that followed his every move were now far more intense, full of blazing turbulence and seeming to have a life of their own. They reached back to the shattered door and beyond, into...
Don’t look!
Esyal closed her eyes and jerked her head away. The briefest glimpse had told her that this was the world of the Diirredyn and, warrior though she might be, to stare directly into it was to take her despair beyond any chance of recovery. That place and its denizens were Amrassian’s problem. Hers was Adroyan. She was the doorkeeper. Her task was to deal with the Diirredyn’s vanguard into this world, this solitary intruder.
