He passed the outer sanctum of coral statuary, tramped through the rain of poison darts in the corridor and pushed the hammer column – still locked in stasis – contemptuously aside.
This time, he uttered no riddle. He simply took his obliterator in both hands and brought it down on the join. Legend held that the weapon contained a relic from a long-vanished species, a talisman of power designed to break the minds and souls of lesser races.
That seemed, as far as Trazyn was concerned, accurate.
The great winged staff head connected with a lightning flash and the acrid smell of disintegrated stone. An energy discharge rocked the huge gates on their hinges, blowing them backward and spreading cracks for five cubits down the wraithbone floor.

The Infinite and the Divine