"You were my equal," Sparhawk affirms. "Zalasta thought that you would kill me, and that would enable Azash to gain the Bhelliom. He had made pacts with Otha, even before he came to you. He used you, he preyed on what you thought you wanted, and twisted it to suit his own ends."

He sighs. "I take no pleasure in telling you this Martel, but there is no one else who can. In the end, everything wrong with our world, can somehow be tied to Zalasta, and his lust for our little mother."