The air inside the spire crackled with the sound of snapping crystal. Silas felt his own life force draining away, a river of gray light flowing from his withered hands into the turbulent amber core. Beside him, Kaelen stood with his back rigid, his body glowing with the dark, swirling energy of the void as he forcibly tore away the distorted manifestations of Julian and Elara’s fractured memories. The spire shrieked as reality fought to stay anchored to ghosts.
The faces of the two heroes in the light were shifting rapidly now, blurring between the warmth of their human lives and the cold, crystalline architecture of their sacrifice. They were not merely spirits. They were the very laws of physics for this dimension. To dissolve the anchor was to invite the return of chaos.
Silas watch
