The spectral light of the Ability Pool bathed the forest glade in a haunting, quivering illumination that consumed the campfire's faint ember.
It only seemed to be perceptible to him.
The giant screen hovered suspended, inaccessible to the creak of leaves or the gentle crackle of twigs in the darkness.
There were hundreds of icons, every one aglow with gold.
Each skill seemed to be calling out to him—use me, pick me. He scrolled through them, reading skill after skill, attempting to absorb them all.
[Time Limit: 30 seconds remaining. Random assignment will result from failure to choose. Select now, User Reth.]
Sweat seared his eyes, the crisp forest air nothing against the burning in his chest. Van and Varric going at each other over some goddamn nonsense.
