"What?" Wayne asked looking perplexed.
Candice who had been acting oblivious, but observing them from her position on the couch, inclined her ears. Interested to hear what was causing the decline in the hinterlands.
Sabine resumed her reading "Any plane affected who desires to overcome must take off the branch from the tree of life, grind it to powder, and pour it over the dead shard. Once the piece crumbles to dust, the veil shall once again be made whole. This is a tested and trusted remedy."
Sabine clasped the book closed after she was done reading and folded her hands across her chest. She looked up at Wayne who had begun to rub his chin in thought, his eyes grew hooded in contemplation.
"Don't even think about it Wayne, it's impossible."
"It seems to be the only way," he grated.
