Desa’s heart went out to him. He had never come into contact with one of those enormous crystals. He had never felt the steady thrum of pulses that guided him to the Ether, that opened his mind.
It had been much the same for Desa before her first trip to the desert. On a bad day, it might have taken her several minutes to find the Ether. She used to lose herself in the forms while training with the Elite Guardians, letting her mind drift.
Unfortunately, they didn’t have a few minutes. This city was crawling with grays. Every second they wasted cost lives. She needed Rojan to focus, but pressuring him would only make the task more difficult. What to do?
Pulses began to emanate from Mercy, a steady rhythm that flowed over Rojan like waves crashing on a sandy beach. He felt them instantly,
