Chang Chang reentered the library just as a piercing scream filled the air. The cry of pain and anguish ripped from Gallazza's throat. He stood up on his knees, his back to the fire, arms raised in supplication. He appeared to be staring at—or through—Chang Chang. Beside him, the Lochal watched the yaomo with an impassive expression. When Chang Chang came into the room, she looked up.
"He is in the grip of The Phantom Black Tome,"
She explained which sent a chill through Chang Chang.
"It's driving him mad. I warned him what the outcome could be. Whether he comes back or not is up to him."
Gallazza's anguished expression as he reached out to clasp the empty air pulled at Chang Chang's heart. She took an involuntary step toward the yaomo.
"Can he hear me?"
Chang Chang asked the Lochal before turning towards the yaomo.
"Gallaxza, can you look at me?"
"He won't regard you. His mind—"
