Chapter 75
With the appearance of the archway, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing - something Terrence's poor brain had a hard time getting a handle on - the voices returned. Back in a screaming rush, they poured inside his mind.
"Danger! Danger! Protect the Realm!" they screamed.
Terrence staggered under their disembodied weight, his hands covering his ears, a futile gesture since the voices screamed from within. Damn, we'd better take care of this box quickly, because I won't be able to withstand this for long at the rate and force they are hammering at me.
Even more worrisome than their hammering at his mental defenses, were the violent thoughts they bombarded him with - awful images of him killing the woman who threatened to jeopardize the Realm. A woman he only recognized with difficulty amidst the clamor as Breanna.