All the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Everything around him was wrapped in absolute silence. The horse beneath him exploded into meat paste, vanishing in a wet shock that his mind refused to process.
"Hello. We met at the Rift…" a beautiful female voice sounded directly inside his mind. Unlike the mental voices he could hear from his wives, this one carried weight and depth.
It did not ask for permission. It had the terrifying ability to hear his thoughts as clearly as he heard her. Judas was sure of that.
His senses snapped back all at once. A rough wind tore in front of him as his body was dragged through the sky at a speed that barely allowed his vision to register anything. His stomach lurched violently.
He looked down.
Beneath him stretched endless obsidian scales, each one larger than a carriage, layered perfectly like the forged plates of armor.
