Chapter 24
The sense of wrongness I’d previously felt while in the astral plane above Easton hit me with staggering force. This was the source, the reason for my nausea. Angellin was diseased, dying, only the upper levels closest to the tower giving off a familiar sense of aether. It was the pale remnant of the aether Rhonda said had been used to create the Tr’lirians’ home many centuries ago.
I looked below me once more, the reek emanating from the lowest levels bringing tears to my eyes. It was similar to the debilitating stench that suffused the chasm marking the border between the Underworld and Demania. Uncontrolled nether; it poisoned everything it touched. Soon it would devour the remaining scraps of aether clinging to the tower high above me and this place would become another He
