The Prince hit the water. The Dagger returned to his palm.
The Crusader keep vanished. In its place: a pristine Persian fire temple from an age before Islam, before Zoroaster, before anything. The Dahaka, a creature of linear vengeance, couldn't process the paradox. It flickered. It roared. And then it shattered into a million grains of black sand.
“To become nothing,” he whispered, “so that I may become everything.”
But the Dahaka learned.
The Prince hit the water. The Dagger returned to his palm.
The Crusader keep vanished. In its place: a pristine Persian fire temple from an age before Islam, before Zoroaster, before anything. The Dahaka, a creature of linear vengeance, couldn't process the paradox. It flickered. It roared. And then it shattered into a million grains of black sand.
“To become nothing,” he whispered, “so that I may become everything.”
But the Dahaka learned.