Northstrider’s rage burst free of his constraints, and he snarled in response, “You’re nothing but a dog with sharpened teeth. You’re alive because you were a Judge’s pet.” “This was not for my sake,” Lindon continued, “but yours.” “A speck of dust could challenge the Dreadgods if a Judge decided to grant it power. You’re not special. You’re a sideshow for them.” “Release Emriss and ascend. For my past respect, I’m giving you a chance.” “How dare you look down on me? I earned what I have.” Lindon’s black-and-white eyes carried the coldness of the void. “Very well. I’ll see you soon.”
