The white fire died, and the bowl went quiet, and I stood in the centre of a crater that had been a battlefield, looking at fifteen heaps of cooling ash where fifteen mountains had been.
The staff in my hand was gone, and I stared at the space where my right hand had been holding something a moment ago. The skin was blackened, the layer of skin gone, but the muscle beneath was already knitting. Celestial Blood silvered the raw edges.
[Staff Resonance: 43 → 0 — Focus destroyed]
[Note: Bond severed. Staff Resonance skill suspended pending new attunement.]
The notification flickered and vanished. This was the first time I had seen this notification after my staff was destroyed, and I observed it with curiosity before pushing it out of my vision.
The ground around me was a spiderweb of molten furrows where the lightning had risen from the wet earth. The Khaazim that had surrounded me were ash, their outlines still visible as dark stains on the charred ground.
