The voice wasn’t male or female. It wasn’t even outside her, it was inside every part of her, ancient and sorrowful, strong and full of warning. Mae tried to speak. No words came. "You’ve touched divinity before you were ready. The fracture stirs, but the war has not yet begun." She blinked, or thought she did, and a figure appeared, not formed of flesh or bone, but of red-gold shimmer, the same color that had poured into her. The figure didn’t speak aloud, but she could feel every word against her soul like pressure against a wound.
"You carry existence. You carry destruction. You carry both paths, and those who follow you will either thrive, or perish." Mae’s heart throbbed once, like it was waking up.
"Kaine must be rewired," the voice continued, almost gently. "His tether is unraveli
