Loryn's purple eyes tracked the divine arrow still embedded in the arena floor. "That weapon..." he said quietly to Pho, who stood beside him. "I recognize the craftsmanship. That works. Whoever sent that isn't some minor deity. That's one of the old gods. The ones who existed before the current regime."
Pho's blank white eyes studied the arrow with professional interest. "The darkness it's carved from isn't normal shadow. That's concentrated nothingness, the void between worlds given physical form." His cold voice carried a note of respect. "Whoever this 'Ereb' god is, they command fundamental forces. Darkness. Shadow. The absence of light itself."
"Which makes them extremely dangerous," Loryn concluded. "Gods who control primordial concepts don't play by normal rules."
Jack stood there breathing hard, his red eyes blazing, every muscle in his enhanced body coiled with the desire to fight something, anything, to have a target for this overwhelming anger...
