Chay looked tiny, so fragile, alone inside the pentagram. I wanted to run to her, hug her, fly her out of this hellhole to safety – but it was all I could manage to get onto my knees and look around.
So Farmer had trained us purely to become demon food?
The demon licked the hide of Malkaz’s now fermenting carcass. It’s voice returned to its previous carcophonous grating.
I have created a – shall we call it a… Disturbance. Yes. I have created a Disturbance in existence, in Time's flow. And why have I created such a… a Disturbance?