Cyrus had many ideas, none of which made one bit of a difference to the living metal. Within a few hours the old sorcerer put Jack and I through so much I was near to tears from exhaustion and frustration.

The only thing we did succeed in accomplishing was to convince me there was nothing we could do to stop the advancement and eventual takeover of the infection.

I left them and this time Nona stayed away. I retreated to the back side of the pedestal, out of their view, ...