head.
“We will crush Angraalregardless of how many soldiers they have sent,” said Gewey. His voice thundered and echoed off the walls. “I will lay waste to the forces of the Dark Knight. I shall march with you to Skalhalis and burn them to cinders. And now we have new allies in the east.” Anger and hatred swelled inside him. His power grew. Kaylia reached out and touched his mind and he could feel her concern. He looked down at her and whispered, “I'm fine.”
“And what would you have us do?” asked Prince Loniel.
“Gather your soldiers,” said Gewey. “In two days we march on Skalhalis. And when we arrive, Angraalwill know firsthand what it means to face a God.” The ground shook for a moment then subsided. The flow of the spirit raged through him, then burst forth, spreading everywhere at once. He could see it touch the entire gathering. It passed into them, washing over the group like a torrent.
Everyone at the table jumped to their feet. The name Darshan was spoken. First, by a few, then more and more, until all but Kaylia and Selena, who looked warily at him, shouted his name.
Gewey spun around and left the room, Kaylia following close behind. She stopped him a few feet outside the door.
She took his face in her hands. “What happened just now? I have never felt such rage in you before.”
“I am changing,” Gewey replied. “Becoming more powerful. I have run so far. I have lived in fear for so long. It is time for that to stop. That has ended. In two days I will show the Dark Knight the true meaning of fear.”
“Am I speaking to Gewey….or Darshan?” She looked deep into his eyes.
Gewey took her hands and press them to his heart. He kissed her gently, and watched as a single tear spilled down her cheek. “Now…I am both.”
