Kincaid had watched challenges before, but never from a room built for company.
The observation chamber contained four broad terraces arranged around a hollow center. No wall enclosed the space. Beyond the lowest railing stretched a field of darkness broken by drifting points of silver, as though someone had built the room above a night sky and forgotten to place a world beneath it.
Four viewing panels floated over the central opening.
Each showed a different dungeon.
Kincaid occupied the eastern terrace. Khorren sat to his left with both heavy forearms braced on the stone rail. The Threxal minor god belonged to a people Kincaid had never encountered anywhere in the Prime Universe. Four plates of black shell protected Khorren's broad torso, and a thick mane of pale sensory fibers rose and fell along the back of his neck whenever the battle he watched changed direction. His lower body rested upon six jointed legs, each ending in a blunt pad rather than a foot.
