Nalrond refused to believe her and thought that Morok was just playing a prank on them. Blinking away was a cheap trick that anyone could do whereas only a few selected individuals could commune with Mogar.
He extended his hands in a similar way to that he had used back when Faluel had tried to teach him Spirit Magic. The Fringe was right in front of him and Mogar's essence was so strong that it took him a single attempt to establish a link.
A thousand voices flooded his mind, some ancient and other new, yet he could understand them all. A normal person would have become mad or died of shock due to the flood of different personalities talking at the same time.
The stronger one's ego was, the harder the impact would be. Resisting the stampede of foreign thoughts, experiences, and beliefs was impossible. Instead of fighting them, Nalrond let them flow while focusing on his own name.
