A few scattered scenes flash behind them—the remains of an ancient battlefield, littered with the dead bodies of dragons, demons, elves, and men, the faintest outlines of similarly hellish beasts with oozing appendages and vile extremities—but they all run together, too intense, too fast to be properly assessed, cataloged, analyzed. Reality returns as it truly is, leaving only the searing image of the molten giant in Adam's head.
Prestor sounds almost bored when he answers him. Disinterested. Unimpressed. ]
You're going to continue to treat this like a game, aren't you? Like something you can set aside, walk away from at any moment. Something you can find a way to outwit, outplay, outlast. Something you can cheat, as you've done to so many others.
But it's not. And you can't. And you won't.
[ Prestor looks over his shoulder at him. ]
Go on, Adam. Take your shot. I know you want to. Get it out of your system.
Show me the extent of your resolve so that I might crush it.
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A few scattered scenes flash behind them—the remains of an ancient battlefield, littered with the dead bodies of dragons, demons, elves, and men, the faintest outlines of similarly hellish beasts with oozing appendages and vile extremities—but they all run together, too intense, too fast to be properly assessed, cataloged, analyzed. Reality returns as it truly is, leaving only the searing image of the molten giant in Adam's head.
Prestor sounds almost bored when he answers him. Disinterested. Unimpressed. ]
You're going to continue to treat this like a game, aren't you? Like something you can set aside, walk away from at any moment. Something you can find a way to outwit, outplay, outlast. Something you can cheat, as you've done to so many others.
But it's not. And you can't. And you won't.
[ Prestor looks over his shoulder at him. ]
Go on, Adam. Take your shot. I know you want to. Get it out of your system.
Show me the extent of your resolve so that I might crush it.
[ And he turns back around. ]