The aftershocks of Harbinger's words hung in the air long after it disappeared. The Sanctum was still again, but this time its silence was not comforting. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath, waiting for something intangible to strike out.
Elira stood unmoving, her hand still clutched in Kael's. The world outside of them was. askew, as if the fabric of reality itself had been manipulated in ways they could not yet comprehend. The Void, the Light—they were no longer separate things. Now, they were seeping into each other, their boundaries frayed, mixing together like water and oil.
Kael's grip on her hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. "We can't wait any longer," he snarled, his voice low, strained with the weight of all they'd learned.
