It was a column of ruby-red light that rose in the center of the circle, pulsating with a chiming sound that rose and fell with the light.  The girls began to get dizzy.

“I’m not sure I want this,” he said, looking upon his work and wondering what he had done.

“You have to go forward with it,” urged Barlel, “There’s nothing left.  We can’t go back.  The whole thing is lost and there is no hope left behind us.”

“Just open it!” said John, “Find me a god damn target.”

Sparks flew and tendrils of crimson lightning began to flail around the shadow of the vaulted ceiling as Jason began to concentrate harder.  “I can’t remember!” he said.  “I can’t remember what it was!”

“Keep trying !” said Barlel!  “There’s not much time!”

“You have all the time in the world,” came the voice, “But you have to know where to look.”

“God damn it!” shouted John, drawing his sword and looking around frantically, “Who the hell is that?”

“It’s Loviatar, Maiden of Pain,” said Jason calmly.  “She’s my spirit guide.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” said Barlel.

“Where do I look?” asked Jason. “Where?”