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semi-solid as it cooled. He wondered what happened to it after that, but had more pressing issues on his mind.
    “Can you Move to the light realm now?” he asked.
    The dark god held out a hand, and Majelin grasped it. Bane’s expression became vague, and then he shook his head. “No.”
    Majelin freed his hand. “Surely this whole place cannot be warded?”
    “Apparently it is.”
    “So, what now?”
    Bane’s eyes lingered on a dark horizon shot with lightning. “We explore; maybe find a way out, or, at least, somewhere I can Move. Perhaps there are people here who can tell us where we are and how to get out.”
    “If there are people here, they must be trapped, too.”
    “Maybe not; it seems like a pleasant enough place.”
    “Would you want to stay here?”
    “No, but then, I have a wife and family outside.”
    “You have children?” Majelin asked.
    “Not yet. You?”
    “A daughter.”
    “I want a daughter.”
    The archangel thought how odd it was to be swapping pleasantries with a dark god. One who had just saved his life several times, he reminded himself. “This could be some sort of overflow from the mid realm, formed when the domain was created. A flaw, if you will. Like a miniature world within the domain’s boundary.”
    “Not too deep in the boundary, I hope.”
    “More likely its bedrock,” Majelin amended.
    “There are white wards there too, are there not?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then that does not comfort me. I just hope if there are any I will be able to see them. Can you sense them?”
    Majelin nodded. “Yes.”
    “Good, then you will lead the way.”
    “What if there is something dangerous...?”
    “I will be right behind you.”
    Majelin snorted. “I do not find that comforting, either.”
    “Let us agree that we do not find each other comforting, and leave it at that.”
    “Perhaps you should use an Eye to see what is here and where we should go?”
    Bane created an Eye, which showed a variety of forested scenes and silver lakes. Often, there was a towering cliff face in the background, as if they were in tiny domain, no more than a few hundred thousand leagues in extent.
    Finally, the Eye showed a ramshackle village next to a rocky outcrop. Bane ran his fingers along the edge of the Eye, magnifying the image to show more details of the shabby thatched huts and the people who wandered amongst them. They had refined features and large eyes, but wore coarse garments made from homespun cloth. Majelin stifled an oath.
    Bane frowned. “Angels?”
    Majelin nodded. “They are fallen.”
    “They have turned to the darkness?”
    “Not exactly; they have lost their abilities, their light and their wings.”
    Bane shot him a startled look. “How does that happen?”
    “They have been tortured and abused for a thousand years, or...”
    “What?”
    “Something else.”
    “But how the hell did they get in here?”
    Majelin shook his head. “I have no idea.”
    “Well, there must be a way, because they certainly did not come in the same way we did, and if they can come in, we can get out. Let us go and ask them.” Bane dismissed the Eye and set off through the forest, then paused when Majelin remained behind. “What?”
    “You are a dark god.”
    “I am not.”
    “They will not know that. They cannot even see your aura now.”
    “So you can tell them. Come on.”
    “Bane…”
    The tar’merin looked impatient. “What now?”
    “They… You will terrify them.”
    “All right, you go and talk to them first.”
    “They will think I am your slave.”
    Bane sighed. “What, then?”
    “Can you cast out your power?”
    “How do you think I got into that chamber where you were imprisoned?”
    “I do not know.”
    “Well, that is how, but this is a strange place with unknown threats.”
    “But we need their help,” Majelin said. “If they run away, we will be stuck here.”
    “They cannot run away forever. I will capture one.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “You will frighten him