The sky broke without making a sound.
Cracks spread across the stars, dividing the heavens into enormous fragments. Beyond them lay a darkness so complete that Rin could not tell whether it concealed another sky or the end of existence itself.
Kaelith released his hand.
"Stay away from the roots," he warned.
Rin glanced down. The stone chamber beneath the white tree had opened wider, revealing a spiral staircase descending into the earth. Pale light rose from below, carrying the scent of rain and something faintly familiar.
"What happens if I touch them?"
"I don't know."
"That's reassuring."
"I would rather tell you the truth than invent something comforting."
Rin looked at him sharply.
For a moment, Kaelith seemed to realize what he had said. His expression softened, but he did not attempt to explain himself.
Eryndor approached the opening. "Is this where the first choice was made?"
