Lynch heard Knight Macken's answer, but he restrained himself from thinking too much about Light God Pate. What he needed now was just a name, that was enough. If he relaxed the constraints on his own mind, it was very likely he would no longer be able to control his drifting will.
The mage was breathing heavily, but he still looked like a drowning man whose throat had been choked, his cheeks flushed and even a bit purple. A mortal forcibly struggling under the influence of divine power, wanting to escape from the immense sense of oppression — though this pressure wasn't painful, it was rather soothing, yet the mage still refused to give up his efforts.
