The King hated the Abidan. He would do anything he could to tear them down. With a Scythe in his hands… Makiel realized his lens hadn’t closed. He looked back up into the purple-tinged screen. He met eyes like two red suns. The Mad King looked up at him as though he could see across time and space. This was nothing but a memory, a recording, an imprint left on the Way. There was no way to detect such contact before it occurred. Even so, the Vroshir locked eyes with the Abidan. Then he slowly reached out and gripped the Scythe.
