"Jethimadh no longer existed. He’d got that – somehow he’d got it. He tried again. Uralia, he thought, has gone. He couldn’t grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. Cebarkul has gone. No reaction. He’d never seriously believed it existed anyway. The currant, he thought, had sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every Quest has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. Purple, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as an Essence of Purple. He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother."