High above in the heavens, the divine power belonging to the lineage of the Old Gods was condensing, taking form and shape until it gradually crystallized into a divine seat.
Only a few breaths later, that seat of divinity descended upon Karami.
Karami's expression changed at once. On his face flickered a strange mixture of hesitation and greed. His gaze drifted uncontrollably toward his companions, his eyes filled with a conflicted desire.
But what he did not realize was that every subtle change in his emotions, every spark of thought within his heart, had long been under Daniel's scrutiny.
Within the all-encompassing Psychic Perception, Karami's mind was as transparent as glass. No secrets, no hidden impulses could escape Daniel's awareness.
Daniel frowned slightly, a shadow of thought flashing across his features.
It was clear to him now: Karami's spirit had already been tainted, distorted by the pollution emanating from that Old God's divine seat.
