It was then that the magnitude of what she was about to attempt hit her. The fate of two universes lay in her hands. Her, Keriya Soulstar—she who could barely wield a speck of light.
“We’ll head for Mount Oshayu,” Valerion called over the rush of wind as he banked west. “The Rift is large there. I’ll have to leave before you begin the process—otherwise I risk being torn apart by the pull of the Etherworld. Can you see threads?”
“Yes,” she said, though she felt another lurch in her gut as she thought of how difficult that was for her. She hadn’t even practiced connecting to her source since she’d returned home.
“Good. That will make things easier. It will be obvious where the imprisoning spell is fraying. You must simply pull it further apart.”
“And, ah, how would I go about doing that
