Jibrith was silent then. His spirit stole inwards, seeking strength and sustenance in its innermost sanctum while his mind dwelt on what lay ahead for Hevne.
Beyond Silkarra lay the Bronze Islands; beyond them, the Fire Isles. Aye, there's the blackest fear, thought Jilbrith, closing his mind to outside thoughts. From there, in the dead of last winter, came the warriors of flame and fear. In fell destruction they took and held the Bronze Islands, every island falling within five suns, such was their merciless ferocity. No man was left alive. No child escaped slaughter. No woman was left free.