Prelude
T
he demon sat back on t
he seat it had carved in t
he stem of t
he giant mushroom. Sludge slurped and rolled around t
he rock island, t
he eternal oozing and shifting that marked this layer of t
he Abyss.
Errtu drummed its clawed fingers, its horned, apelike
head lolling about on its shoulders as it peered into t
he gloom. "W
here are you, Telshazz?" t
he demon hissed, expecting news of t
he relic. Crenshinibon, pervaded all of t
he demon-s
thoughts. With t
he shard in its grasp, Errtu could rise over a