“Think, my brothers, think! Make this moment last! Consider, then do what you will!”
As the howls of the sorcerers went up, the face of the silent man became bruised and disfigured, as though he had suffered the very beating that Ilissos had. He turned and thrust out a hand towards Val-zajjhak.
“Lord V’karra, wait!” Val-zajjhak said, a hand outstretched.
The southerner’s head snapped round. “Wait?” barked V’karra. “I let him live at Falakhoth to wrest him from the gods. Why should we wait?”
Through the bond that had formed with Val-zajjhak’s mind, Ilissos heard the thoughts that the three sorcerers hid from their slaves.
It is said the gods never truly release one of their own, Val-zajjhak said. If he is still theirs and we destroy him, may not wrath break out against us?
Wrath? came
