Sharks converged on the splash the man made, but the effort of following him down proved too great for the already sated creatures.
The stripped-down raider was still burning beneath a column of smoke as it vanished beyond the horizon.
The Whirlwind lifted itself into a towering wall, higher than the eye could fathom and over a mile in width, around the Holy Desert Raraku. Within the wasteland's heart, all remained calm, the air refulgent with golden light.
Battered ridges of bedrock rose above the sands ahead, like blackened bones. Walking half a dozen paces in front, Leoman paused and turned. 'We must cross a place of spirits,' he said.
Felisin nodded. 'Older than this desert . . . they have risen and now watch us.'
'Do they mean us harm, Sha'ik Reborn?' the Toblakai asked, reaching for his weapon.
'No. They may be curious, but they are beyond caring.' She turned to Heboric. The ex-priest was still huddled within himself, hidden beneath his tattoos. 'What do you sense?'
He flinched away from her voice, as if every word sent his way was a jagged dart. 'One needn't be an immortal ghost not to care,' he muttered.
She studied him. 'Fleeing from the joy of being reborn cannot last, Heboric. What you fear is becoming human once again—'
His laugh was bitter, sardonic.
'You do not expect to hear such thoughts from me,' she noted. 'For all that you disliked what I was, you are loath to relinquish that child.'
'You're still in that rush of power, Felisin, and it's deluded you into thinking it's delivered wisdom as well. There are gifts, and then there is that which must be earned.'
'He is as shackles about you, Sha'ik Reborn,' the Toblakai growled. 'Kill him.'
She shook her head, still eyeing Heboric. 'Since wisdom cannot be gifted to me, I would be gifted a wise man. His company, his words.'
The ex-priest looked up at that, eyes narrowing beneath the heavy shelf of his brow. 'I thought you'd left me no choice, Felisin.'
'Perhaps it only seemed that way, Heboric'
She watched the struggle within him, the struggle that had always been there. We have crossed a war-ravaged, land, and all the while we were warring with ourselves. Dryjhna has but raised a mirror ... 'I have learned one thing from you, Heboric,' she said.
'And that is?'