The walls of the resting chamber did not muffle the sudden amplification of the magical projection. Hebner Grand had only just turned his gaze away from the shimmering surface of the mirror, his mind attempting to enforce the absolute discipline of himself upon his rebellious biology, when the sharp, resonant frequency of a human voice shattered the silence of the room. It was a loud, uninhibited moan that carried the raw, unfiltered weight of terminal desperation.
Hebner turned back toward the floating glass, his golden eyes narrowing into twin slits of amber light.
