Sendark heard Maven's voice inside his head even as he peered through her eyes and saw it for himself. They've made it. They've arrived at the Isle of the Dead.
"I see,” he stated calmly.
Standing on the stern castle of Demero, Sendark felt the winds whipping around him, but his eyes were filled with the sight of the ship from Soronne aground on the Isle of the Dead.
He could understand they might have beaten his warriors, but there was no explanation for the powerful tremor he had felt in its wake.
Maven circled the big warship, staying well clear of any arrows archers might be tempted to loft in her direction.
"Keep watching them,” Sendark ordered. "I want to know what caused that tremor."
I will, Maven squawked.
Sendark closed his eyes and touched his temple. Using the psychic link that connected him to all his undead creatures, his mind crossed miles of ocean in a heartbeat and sought out Clavis. The link cost him much, but he had no time for bloody holograms.
"Clavis," Sendark called.
Yes, my lord, Clavis replied.
"A magical field just shifted around the warship on the Isle of the Dead. Do you know what caused it? What's going on?"
One of my ships was destroyed, Clavis replied. The power was felt even by me, although I was still miles away. From what I can gather, a sole warrior was responsible.
"What?" Sendark asked, completely unbelieving.
As I mentioned earlier, my lord, the main reason for pursuing the ship was to capture and kill a very powerful young warrior—the one who broke our invasion in the tunnels.
"One man?" Sendark snapped. "One man caused that surge?"
His name is Praz-El, and he is not only a deadly warrior but an accomplished mage as well. The head ofEldrar's Tower in the Six Shards was said to be his father.
"Who did you say?" Sendark asked.
The head of Eldrar's Tower, Clavis replied. Magistrate Bo. He died in battle last night.
Sendark glanced down the deck and spotted some of the new arrivals from Soronne.
Bo was among them.
"Magistrate Bo," Sendark yelled, "come to me."
Ponderously, the old elven zombie turned and made his way up the stern castle stairs. He stopped in front of Sendark, his dead eyes staring at nothing.
Sendark spoke a small incantation, and then laid his left hand along the zombie's temple.
"Tell me what you know of Praz-El."
Magistrate Bo's mouth said nothing for a moment, but then paper-thin words trickled from the dry throat, sounding like leaves fluttering.
"His name is Praz-El."
"I know that," Sendark snapped. "Who is he? And why does he have a demon surname? He's a Human, is he not?"
"He's Human," Bo said, "but he was raised and trained by a demon before he was brought to the Six Shards."