shine out from beneath Malshash’s hand. “Who is it for?” Malshash didn’t reply for a few moments, then lifted his hand. All that remained of the ring was a small pool of molten metal on the ground. He stood, turning toward Davian. Even as he moved, Davian realized he was beginning to fade. “It’s for you, Davian,” said Malshash softly. “You’ll understand one day.” The gray torrent washed him from view. Davian was once again within the rift.
