Night after the djall perished …
Oman was in his study chamber looking into the reports Griva and his eyes had sent to him. All were saying one thing- this Inna's feast wouldn't be peaceful. A major conspiracy was underfoot. The spirit defilers were just minor pawns of a big game.
He couldn't make out why moriyans were interested in his sons and Ronan's. The lads were anything but abnormal. Ok, at least for now. They hadn't done anything eye-catching except narrowly escaping white-wives. There could be only two possible causes ---Oman pondered.
Perhaps, his enemies wanted to extinguish his lineage. If this was true, Drona was also in danger.
Or, morians knew something about the boys that he didn't. Something that was about to come; Oman's head throbbed. He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, nor had his back touched the bed.
