Violent To Enemies, Wise To Friends

The stare down between Elita and Kintar continued. Neither was willing to back down, and as time went on, it almost seemed as though their invisible confrontation had little to do with their clashing ideals, and more to do with whose view Skullius would deem correct. Both women criticised the current Skullius' mindset, but they both had great resolve to change it for the better.

But Skullius could hardly focus on their whims and wills. Their words had stabbed him, leaving great wounds, but even greater than these words, was the throbbing pain in his soul. He still felt Camilla's presence and it was driving him crazy.

The yearning to know who she really was, and why exactly her appearance was superimposing on Kintar longer than it had on anyone else Skullius had hallucinated to be her before, was like a swarm of living ants crawling through him, chittering and biting his being mercilessly.

He gritted his teeth. He was sweating.