It seemed they had wandered through this harsh, trackless realm for an eternity, and she wondered if they would ever reach their destination. Mithran, who rode the grey stallion beside her, cast her a weary smile when she glanced at him. Time was hard to measure where there was no day or night. The landscape changed as they travelled through it, either into benign expanses of barren land under glowing skies or storm-swept dark regions. At times, they passed through weird landscapes that held no resemblance to reality and came in a variety of colours and textures; swirling greyness, flowing blueness, glowing redness or seething darkness. The beasts they rode, which appeared to be horses, were in fact demon steeds that her husband, the Demon Lord, had summoned. Without his protection and that of the steeds, she, Mithran and Grem would have perished long since in this dangerous realm. Now she understood why he had not wished to come on this journey to save Kayos' granddaughter, Ashynaria, and especially why he had railed against her, his father and Grem accompanying him.
