TKC 189
As I run, I understand the resident sorcery of Arc depleted
my orb. We are not meant to leave here. Some of us now have, while others are
being interred into oblivion to the south. The ethereal host is furious.
I come upon Lyra as I hear panic erupt behind me. The Ilfin
trapped with us are aware of approaching death.
Lyra stands braced, hands thrown up and out. Her fingers are
aglow and crackles of light swirl around her fingers. Damn, it is her Warrior
talent. It will end her life far sooner than necessary, as mine will fell me
before a life is lived.
I crash into her. “Use your Elemental powers!” As she
stumbles, I catch her. “Lyra, I am already compromised; allow me to do this.
Shield us with the elements.”
She stares at me for just an instant and then nods.
Straightening, she lifts her arms. Again her hands glow, but now the
electricity is missing. Throwing her head back, she gazes up, fingers curling.
Lightning bolts smash into the earth between us and the
host. Hail thunders down.
Ignoring her manipulation, I stand forth, sword drawn. This
is a blade forged on another world, infused with the ability to strip masks
from pretend friends … and to pierce the veils surrounding beings without
substance. Simply put, it kills ghosts.
We are here.
My heart almost ceases beating when I hear those words. This
night is filled with too much emotion and too many surprises, and thus a few
moments elapse before I understand.
The Ilfin of Arc are with us. Those already dead. Those
enslaved and awaiting their freedom.
I give a grim smile to the ether around me. Clearly the
enslavement had not reached their souls also, despite what the slave masters
believe. The ancient Glonu only think
they harness souls into eternity.
“I see them!” Lyra shouts above howling wind and cacophonous
thunder. “I see you, friends!”
“They are with us!” I grin manically.
The first true battle of this time and place begins then.
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