The pillar of fire fell from the sky, and I scrambled to reach for the field of skulls. It was there at the edge of my perception, but I could not truly touch it.
The skull fields were mine, even though they had been given to me by Death as a gift, but it should have been mine in the future. It was as if she had taken the strength that I would have naturally attained in the future, and pulled it down to me, and she had held this power for me, helping me to stretch the storm towards further distances, and when I needed it the most, she let go, and the power rebounded back to the future.
Still, what was even more maddening was that if I had slowly spread the storm with my own intent, the souls within my storm would have begun creating these fields the moment I crossed the one million threshold.
