Within the Timemould Mirror Box…
'Just how much stronger can they get?' thought Gerriey, dumbfounded by what she saw. In her excitement, she squeezed the leather bag in her hands. 'The gap keeps widening… just when I thought I could possibly join them.'
Pherdanta had decided to stow away her sword in the bag and had given it to Gerriey for safekeeping as she conducted an evaluation of the new forces her master had brought from the Labyrinth of the Yoke. At first, Gerriey had been unable to handle the bag. The lethal intent creeping from Dance of the Necrotic Butcher, sheathed as it was, had deterred her. But since this was a task given by someone she looked up to, Gerriey ended up steeling herself and committing to it. She still intended to grow stronger and considered the task of taking care of Pherdanta's sword a trial.
