Duncan and the rest of the higher order of the Light Army could not help but frown as they watched the nine droplets of psychic power hover in the air.
Each drop shimmered with an unfamiliar scarlet glow, pulsing faintly like distilled fragments of a foreign soul. The idea of allowing an outside force—one so overwhelmingly powerful—to enter their minds was absurd. Under any other circumstance, they would have fought to the last breath before permitting such an intrusion.
But this was not a situation where pride or principle could prevail. They all knew it.
If they refused, there was no doubt in their minds that the man standing before them would simply force his way in. And none among them believed they could stop him. The gap in power was simply too vast, an abyss no will alone could cross.
