My mind was battered with a succession of images. It was impossible to know what was real and what was simply a bizarre visual manifestation. I saw Lady Karol Frost again, strangling the two-headed wolf pup; Justice August sitting in a castle ruin in the middle of a desolate ocean; a gigantic creature, a vast, alabaster-pale human man clad in nothing more than a loincloth, his head encased in a crude iron mask; of wolf-headed Kasar and shadowy demons grappling with one another in a large, foreign temple.
