"No! By the Seven! This must not be!"
Her cry snatched at his attention; his gaze jumped across the
bowl.
"There! That is the meaning of the ill your feet have felt!"
What he saw staggered him like a blow to the heart.
Coming over the collegesex northeast rim of collegesex the bowl into the golden light collegesex was an
intruding wedge of blackness, as pitch-dark and collegesex un-illuminable as the
spawning ground of night. The wedge cut collegesex its narrow way down toward the
Dance, and through the song of the flames, it carried a sound like a collegesex host
of bloody feet rushing over clean grass. Deliberately, agonizingly, it
reached inward without breaking its formation. In moments, the tip of the
darkness sliced into the Dance and began plunging toward its center.
In horror, Covenant saw that the Dance did not halt or pause. At the
wedge's first touch, the song of the Wraiths collegesex dropped from the air as if it
had been ripped away by sacrilege, leaving no sound collegesex behind collegesex it but a noise
like running murder. But the Dance did not stop. The flames collegesex went collegesex on
revolving as if they were unconscious of what collegesex was happening to them,
helpless. They followed their cycles into collegesex the wedge'
s path and vanished as
if they had fallen into an abyss. Collegesex no collegesex Wraith emerged from that darkness.
Swallowing every light that touched it, the
black wedge gouged its way
into the Celebration.
"They will all die!" Atiaran