‘As you did,’ said Orikan. ‘I resisted. I saw the delusion. You were only too willing to trade in that broken body of yours.’ Trazyn stopped. ‘I went to the flames of biotransference in chains. It is distinct in my engrams. I can picture it with clarity – the lock-collar around my throat. Metal hands, tireless, grasping my shoulders. They took me in my library. The one who did it, Nilkath, was a Sautekh warden. One of the stormlord’s vassals.’
