Selina's POV
Finn wasn’t just fighting the stone; he was fighting the very concept of physics.
Through the translucent quartz of the gate, I watched in horror as the Path of Stillness attempted to claim him. Unlike me, Finn hadn't waited for the Stone-Guards’ permission. He hadn't sought a rhythmic, tectonic alignment with the mountain. He was an Enforcer, a creature of silver scars, and he was trying to break the mountain’s law through sheer, agonizing violence.
"Finn, stop!" I screamed, my palms flat against the cold interior of the gate. "The weight - you have to slow your heart!"
But Finn couldn't hear me. The vacuum of the hall had swallowed all sound.
I saw his face - the rugged, beautiful face I had memorized in the dark of the Grey Thicket - contort in a silent roar of agony.
