"You're inside of my mind, my territory, my fortress. Did you think you'd breach my walls with a flip of your hand and a couple of entertaining, but pathetic, visions of death recycled from Quintella's memories?" Adam spread his palms wide. "Now it is my turn to test your mind."
The cave ground blasted behind him. Rubble, on which gray magic symbols dimmed to silence, poured upwards. Walls, chains, and yellowed parchments followed them in a brutal eruption that reached for the starry sky.
Not a piece struck the imposter, but his constricted pupils locked on what was emerging to replace the memory.
Towers jutted out like spiralling horns from a building pulled from the depths of Adam's psyche. Walls as crystalline as those that had once towered at the gates of the mountain city of Orrivandrel pulsed with millions of magic symbols. Their hum pierced his ears, forcing him to cover them and snap his left eye shut as much from surprise as pain.
