The final clash
Akarion tried for the umpteenth time to free himself from those damned tendrils sprouted from the gems of the Throne, but without any luck. He had suspected that those cursed Astrals had left a last memory especially for him before fleeing, but, after having remedied the impediments of the curse, that last hitch was only an insignificant setback.
He looked up at the vault that reproduced the starry sky visible from Esperia. None of the stars represented there illuminated his world, not because it was enormously distant — which was perhaps also true — but because his planet no longer existed. Akarion had managed to escape the catastrophe just in time and had found refuge among the Aetrans, who were so addicted to the energy that flowed in their world — the Aether — that th
