Sandotneri has twice defied the Dark Crusade. Sandotneri has massacred untold thousands of the Children of Sataki." The Prophet's voice suddenly oozed with venom. "There can be no peace with Sandotneri! For these sins they must die!" From out of the night, the throbbing chant of the Satakis--rising ever higher for these last moments--abruptly was stilled. Vaguely then, the keening moan as of a distant cold wind through skeletal trees. It was as if a hundred thousand throats raised one shrill scream of horror beneath a smothering shroud of leaden mist. A shiver of indescribable ecstasy veiled the Prophet's eyes. The muffled death-cry of a city rose to a banshee bowl. Terror ravened the night, and those who heard knew that death had unveiled its face. "You devil!" Ridaze snarled. Lunging for the doorway, Kane saw what he intended, but made no move to interfere. The others were entranced by the tocsin of dread that shattered the night.