The Blaze Ignites
this
woman had. I’d never heard of the Child of the Light Gods having
any speck of darkness, but this woman’s soul was swimming in
it. I could tell from the distant glimpse Jonoic got of her before
he was obliterated by that Gold Flower that something was wrong
with her. I could probably manipulate the darkness she had, but
what was the point if she wasn’t who I wanted?
    “Come on, Brother!” Glondra cried. “You know it’s her! I know it’s her! For the Abyss’ sake, Thaybo knows it’s her! Now is the time to stop being a fool
and start practicing your victory dance!”
    I gripped the chair harder, but not in time.
My fist flew around and cracked her in the jaw. She went sprawling
to the floor. “You need a reminder of your limits when dealing with
me, Little Sister! Don’t talk down to me!”
    She was quickly on her feet, glaring. “Then
listen to me when I tell you what action to take and when! Then I
won’t have to talk down to you! I’m smarter than both of
you, Hathum! Haven’t you realized that yet? And if you hit me
again, you’ll never see victory.”
    I sneered at her. “You act as though you felt
that.”
    “That’s beside the point. Now sit down, shut
up and listen to my plan.”
    “Why should we?” Thaybo piped in. “You left
on a mission to find out some secret behind the woman’s uncanny
beauty. Could it be, maybe because she’s the White Warrior
and blessed by the Beauty Creators?”
    “I’m still working on that, which is more
than what you two are doing in any case!”
    My teeth clenched. Damn it. I hated arguing
with her! She was always such a bitch about being right all the
time! Why couldn’t she be quiet and agreeable, like Thaybo was most
of the time? I supposed, though, nothing would get done that
way.
    “What does this ‘brilliant’ plan of yours
consist of?”
    “You’ll need to contact your minion in
Fayithjen Forrest and work my idea out with him. He needs to make
some arrangements there.”
    “Glugnus? I don’t know if he’s still
loyal.”
    “I guess you’d better find out then!” she
said, hands on her hips. “He took out that snake sorcerer’s family,
didn’t he? I’m sure he would have taken out the snake himself if
things hadn’t turned out the way they did.”
    “What does Glugnus have to do with this?”
    “You’ll have to hear my plan to know now, won’t you ?” she cried. “Light be damned! You are the most
stubborn, thick-headed, proud immortal ever to exist!”
    I glared at her. “You call that an
insult?”
    “No, but shut up already and listen to me.”
All three of us sat down and she began to explain.
     

Chapter Six
    Azrel
    Finally! At last we were outside the mammoth
gates of Rocksheloc Mountain. Rocksheloc was one of the realms
Beldorn and I had only passed by. I’d never actually been in there.
The mountain was about 25,000 feet at the summit, making it the
second tallest mountain realm in Casdanarus, second only to the
30,000 foot summits of the three mountains of the Triple Peaks
realm. While Rocksheloc was the second tallest mountain peak in
Casdanarus, it was still only a single mountain. It was a mountain
that seemed almost out of place because it was surrounded by
completely flat plains. Rocksheloc didn’t have a single foothill to
speak of.
    The Rocksheloc Humounts had separate rooms
carved from the stone of the mountain that each person stayed in,
like an enormous inn. It was the only Humount realm that housed its
people that way. The more vast Humount realms, like Triple Peaks
and Godel, actually carved hundreds or thousands of houses out of the stone for people and families. Mountains that size also
had roads and market squares and shops carved inside.
    Rocksheloc was large enough to house 120,000
Humounts more than adequately, and it had housed that many
in ancient days. But 119,700 of those rooms only housed spiders
now. Rocksheloc used to be very heavily populated and wealthy
because of the vast quantities of

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