"By the gods!" That was all almost everyone managed to say.
Until that moment, Nalrond had always believed that the ritual allowed people to seek an audience with Mogar like a believer does with their god. That the blood spilled and world energy from the circle were an offering from the weak to the strong.
Yet Quylla's circle had proved centuries of history wrong. A mind link meant to meet Mogar as an equal and the great number of circles served as a shield to protect the caster's sanity.
"See? What are a few centuries of research in front of a true genius?" Everyone but Morok, of course.
He exploited the moment of amazement to praise Quylla and gave her a congratulatory hug that was returned instead of being rejected as usual.
'All according to plan.' Morok thought while sniffing her hair but being careful not to be noticed.
"Pervert!" Friya broke the moment and pushed him away.
