The odds against him were ridiculous. Telmus was a mortal who stood before beings with power as close to Primordials as there ever was.
The only reason he had lasted for so long was because, even as a mortal, he had the knowledge of a Primordial, able to recognize that, although the concepts that pounded against his fragile mind, they were not the truth of who he was.
He was under tremendous amounts of pressure, but Telmus had faced such challenges before. From the moment he met Rowan, he no longer knew the meaning of normal or finding a limit; he was always pushing further, and for someone like him who longed to believe he was the best in all creation, this was a humbling experience.
Against the challenges of the judges, Telmus had a way to counter them. He should be on his knees, but he was not; his mind, in an instant, tore itself into seven parts, and he faced all the judges at once.
