Chapter fifteenAvalanches, earthquakes, volcanoes, typhoons of crimson fire burned the world into red roaring madness. Coruscating gales encompassed sanity. End over end, upside down — I didn’t know which way was up — I somersaulted as the world of Kregen span about the airboat.
How long that red nightmare lasted I do not know. Gradually some kind of order returned. My eyes smarted as though dredged with desert sand. Breathing was a matter of laboriously dragging heated air into my distended mouth. The noise persisted and only half of that cacophony was the Bells of Beng Kishi banging and clamoring inside my skull.
Cracking sticky eyelids open a fraction revealed a monstrous pillar of crimson fire reaching up and up into the heavens. Its base began where the Prism of Power had struck the
