A transparent film enveloped me, vibrating carefully, controlled and steady.
Like an inescapable gravitational pull, the threads were guided to it, connecting and remaining so.
Panting, sweating, I pushed harder, collecting it all.
Then with a bellow and mammoth burst of my strength, I wrenched myself free from the chains and the nexus.
Collective gasps sounded.
In my mind’s eye I saw Norla and Syde move to intervene, but Zayn shocked them by throwing up a raging wall of his Ifrit flame.
Still holding the film steady as the threads of my people collected rapidly until I held thousands, I staggered to my feet, faltering a bit because I wasn’t fully cognizant of which bones were currently shattered.
I managed it, leaning heavily on my right leg, though.
I thrust my hands out either side of me, grabbing hold of the edges of the film, the physical manifestation I’d forged of my own vibrational resonance.
Then I drew them back abruptly and smashed my palms together.
The film gluing all the vibrational resonance offerings to it shot inside me all at once.
But now in a settled state.
I choked and staggered back as it flooded through me, little vibrations emanating.
And then everything stilled.
No more cracking. No more vibrations. No more… anything.
Applause erupted.
I’d done it.
And then I collapsed.
I never hit the floor, though.
Zayn was there wrapping his arms around me.
He wasn’t the only one.
The crowd rushed forward and in moments my people were gathered around, some cheering, some talking excitedly, some tending to me.
Even in my current state, it was a phenomenal experience I wanted to treasure.
It was the last thing I registered before I passed out.
9
~Evira~
Nothing but honeyed churros.
That was all Zayn had been eating for the last few days, since he’d brought Vaxan home from the Basilisk Dominion.
I’d just gotten back here a couple of hours beforehand, when Zayn had arrived in a wild burst of teleportation with Vaxan in a really fucked-up state. He’d barely been lucid and Zayn had been supporting his full weight using his fuchsia magic. I’d taken over and carried Vaxan upstairs and settled him into our bed. Despite Zayn telling me that several members of the Basilisk populace had tried to heal their High Lord Heir, but been unsuccessful, and then Zayn had attempted it as well and it hadn’t worked, I’d then tried with my power.
Nothing had worked.
