Ashe flooded into the contact point.
Makun made sure to pour a lot of his Ashe, channeling the Ashe that had come from the Deep into Zack's wrist.
It was not Ashe shaped by will and comprehension of a practitioner into a specific effect. No, this was raw, chaotic Ashe. Ashe that was saturated with the residue of the Deep, carrying informational patterns of madness, hunger, and destruction. This Ashe poured into Zack's arm through the physical contact like poison seeping into an open wound.
Every atom in Zack's forearm was already vibrating at a specific frequency. His Ashe carried a single, disciplined command: harden.
But Makun's Ashe did not carry such clarity, it had no specific command.
It was a thousand contradictory commands screaming at once. It was chaos encoded into spiritual energy.
Every particle of Ashe flooding through the contact point vibrated at multiple conflicting frequencies simultaneously.
