“It knew your name,” he said eventually. His tone would have been conversational had it not been forced out through gritted teeth. “That’s odd.” “Yes.” Davian rubbed his eyes, still trying to process what had happened. “You made it leave,” said Nihim, his voice weak. “How? What did it say to you?” “No! No, I didn’t do anything. It sounded…it sounded like Darecian, but I don’t know what it said.” Davian ran his hands through his hair, mindless of the fact that they were still covered in blood. “We need to get you back to the others. Taeris will be able to help you.”
