“Blood.” She blinked hard several times. “The dark presses in. So much red and black. It’s endless. You won’t be able to stop it. They watch and they come. The bloody night. It’s coming.” Her eyes turned white. Jet felt helpless as the powerful visions flooded her. “Please, the knife. It hurts my back.” “I know, child.” Tarrick grabbed something out of his desk drawer and crossed the room to her. She swiped tiny claws at him. He dodged the attack with a lazy sidestep and lifted her shirt in the front. “The world cries, corrupted by the black. Magic turns purple. The eyes see all.”
