Jeffery was even more terrified than before. Not worthy? What could that mean? What quality would the mist probe his very essence to look for, and, more importantly, would it find it? He hoped so. From what he has seen in the seeing spheres, he did not want to imagine what horrors the mist, uncontrolled, could inflict upon him.

The man began to speak, oblivious to the look of fear that had stricken Jeffery’s now-pale face. “The third Sphere is in a place much unlike the second. There, you will face a different kind of extreme temperature. In the Fire-plains, to the west, you will find the Sphere of Cothena, Goddess of Forests. At this point, you will be extremely powerful, possessing three of the four spheres, but your power will be nothing in comparison to that of the Holder of the fourth and final sphere. Its power cannot be contained on this earth, as our planet would shatter at a mere twitch of the horrid mist that resides in the final Sphere. It is called the Sphere of Nerai’Talas, God of Horrors.”