She was brought into the castle and set up in a room that made the one she’d had in Joyous Gard seem like a hovel. But no sooner had she stepped into her room than something strange happened to her. Everything began to spin. One minute she was on her feet listening to Merlin, and the next she was kneeling on the floor as an awful pain ripped through her. It felt as if she were being torn asunder. “Seren?” She could hear Merlin, but she couldn’t respond as she knelt on all fours, trying to fight off whatever held her in its grip. It was as if something volcanic was building up inside her, getting ready to erupt. Suddenly, things were flying around the room, breaking, tumbling. The entire world was out of control. And then she felt…something even more foreign. It slithered through her body like poison, moving slowly, methodically. It was Kerrigan’s magic. That dark and frightening part of him that lacked all humanity. She could feel his Merlin’s powers taking root inside her, and with them came archaic knowledge.
