I detested it when justice couldn’t be served.
When deliverance couldn’t be guaranteed.
When protection couldn’t be simple.
Alas, we lived in a time when complications abounded.
This world could be volatile, vexing, and decidedly unforgiving.
And sometimes it just… hurt.
“Understood,” I forced myself to utter.
Then I drew in a centering breath, and gave a nod for Ketheron.
In the next moment, I was spluttering as the intensity of his power rushed through me, a tidal wave of hot pressure flooding my veins and being alike.
I pushed deep into the sand, my fingers sinking into the shifting grains, Ketheron’s assistance serving to expand my reach without strain, enabling me to hold focus at a level of intensity that hadn’t been possible before.
I transmitted the vibrational resonance downward until it settled into the basalt beneath.
The bedrock received me easily, its dense structure thrumming through my arms in response to the frequency I was emitting.
Excellent.
Stability had been achieved.
I cast the vibrational path outward, pushing past the breaks in the link I’d felt earlier due to Ruxnoth’s incessant teleportation. It essentially leapfrogged over the hollow absence and caught the next link along the chain. Over and over.
My hum threaded deeper, determinedly following the echo that the tether I’d tagged Winter with sent back to me.
I reached farther, not stopping, not tiring, not being overwhelmed by the obstacles Ruxnoth had put in place.
Closer.
Closer still.
It wouldn’t be long now.
Just hold on, little death.
5
~Winter~
There was no more cold.
No more discomfort.
No more pain.
I was warm.
Soothed.
Content.
In fact, that usualdeath-coldwas nowhere to be found.
