Skulduggery’s fingers drummed against the Accelerator, faster and faster, chasing that rhythm, that irregular beat that he repeated, looped, again and again.
Incessantly.
Argeddion looked at him and Darquesse stopped her approach, caught out. Annoyed, she turned.
“I have to ask,” she said. “What are you doing? That tapping, that’s your big plan? How is that supposed to defeat the both of us?”
“You have the power of gods,” Skulduggery murmured, “but you’re not gods. Not yet. Your thoughts are human thoughts. Your minds may be expanding, but how you think is still a human process – for the moment, anyway.”
She noticed that there were sigils on the walls, but they were simple things, made to generate light but not energy.
Then the sigils started to pulse with the rhythm. And they got faster, starting pulsing on their own, faster and faster and brighter and brighter and Darquesse frowned, and laughed, and opened her mouth to speak and
Valkyrie woke on the floor. She looked at the ceiling while she tried figuring out what the hell was going on.
There were voices. People. Ghastly stepped over her. “She’s awake,” she heard him say.
There were more people. The Sanctuary was no longer empty. The mages had returned. Skulduggery knelt by her.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
She looked at him a while before she spoke. “What did you do?”
“I had the lights orchestrated to interfere with the electrical activity in the human brain. Basically, I induced a seizure in both of you.”
“But... I’m not epileptic.”
“You don’t have to be. All that’s required is the right sequence at the right speed.”