"You have done well," she laughs, her tone mocking. "None before have reached my inner sanctum." Torgo, muscular limbs gleaming with sweat and blood, grips his axe in shaking fists.

He came around slowly. Hammers pounded the inside of his skull. Every breath replayed the dull click in his chest. A second, more sonourous, note snapped in his throat. His jaw ached. Probing a molar with