The casualness with which Tharaxis delivered that information was somehow more terrifying than any threat could have been.
Power so overwhelming that fundamental magical connections could be turned off through simple desire.
"Your army is fine," Tharaxis continued, as if sensing Jack's concern. "Still on Floor Twenty-Three, where you left them. The moment you leave my domain, the connection will be restored completely. I merely wanted our conversation to proceed without distractions."
Jack processed this, adding it to the growing list of things that proved Tharaxis operated on a level beyond normal comprehension.
The dragon could suppress the Soul Link through will alone. He could drop exactly the right amount of Death Tokens for a specific binding. Not only that, he could smell contract bonds from brief exposure.
What else could Tharaxis do that he hadn't revealed?
"If I succeed in binding Stormfang," Jack said, gesturing to the massive pile. "Those tokens are mine to use?"
