Ever since the previous meeting with the Taquila witches, Roland had looked forward to meeting with the central carrier.
To decipher the literature left by the underground civilization, many Taqila survivors had sacrificed themselves by merging their souls, but it could only answer yes or no questions. Otherwise, it was basically a useless object. Thinking of this solemn story, he felt that an air of mystery shrouded this central carrier.
When Roland finally saw it, he gasped in shock. It was chained up in a secret chamber under the hall.
This blob, much bigger than any original carrier such as the one occupied by Pasha, was heavily chained. Its thickest tentacles were forced apart and nailed to the walls or the ceiling. From its badly scarred skin and its broken tentacles, he could tell that it was not the first time she was treated this way.
He remembered that it was able to feel things just like the original carriers.
