He didn’t speak to it.
Instead, he swept his magic over theNihilumbraapparatus and it dissipated.
My boots met sturdy ground.
My body was free.
And then in a burst of that blue light, the world outside came flooding back.
So brightly.
Too brightly.
I staggered when I tried to spin around, apparently not ready for that sort of movement.
He was gone.
Ruxnoth was gone.
So suddenly.
And that warmth… it was draining out of me.
I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut at the awful sensation of it leaving me.
It felt like… like loss. Like grief.
No. No.
Don’t.
Don’t go.
No.
I slumped to my knees in a forest somewhere, one I couldn’t even hope to place right now.
I tugged at my chest, finding I was back in my charcoal T-shirt and hoodie.
But it didn’t feel like it. There was no warmth.
Just like before.
Just like usual.
Just like fucking always.
A burst of slithering black suddenly erupted around the area, those familiar black tendrils bursting into being.
I hadn’t felt it, though. The surge of magic had been glamored. Majorly.
Not just that specific magic, but also what it was enveloping, as I realized in the next moment when Ambrose, Ketheron, Dad, and Vaxan materialized from it.
Ambrose was shielding their power from being felt by the world around them.
Because of what Ruxnoth had told me about.
It was true.
