They enter the atrium, a circular hall where two pillars stand on a dais like the posts of a gateway, and it is here that Salim finally meets the devil. They might have looked alike once, but the shadow his reflection contained has burst out of its shell to reveal a being of black mists and skin like volcanic rock. The face is capricious, overwhelmingly beautiful one moment, chillingly horrifying the next, and so is the shape of her body, talons becoming hands becoming talons.
