As ready as Ashema was to engage Pherdanta, however, certain thoughts pricked at his mind, questions that he was sure if left unsolved could create gaps in his path of victory. He had full confidence in his current abilities, but…
'I only managed to extract the flesh and blood from two of the kin I sent into this construct. Does that mean the other two are truly dead?' the Cavern thought, scowling and twirling his scythe. There were things happening inside the Territory that were hidden from him completely. 'Why is she killing us freely? Her companions are careful not to slaughter my kin, which means they know that killing more of us serves Lord Boron's goals. So why…?'
But these considerations didn't make Ashema stall for much longer. He wasn't afraid of meeting Pherdanta's powers in her domain. Thus, with his blood and flesh thrumming with powers that almost stole his sanity, he shuttled into Cogent Stark Order with all the ferocity of a solar flare.
