The fire crackled between us, and I felt the warmth of it seep into my bones. For a long moment, no one spoke. In my new eyes, the weight of Ruggah's story hung in the air like smoke, and I could see the shape of Serrath in the eyes of everyone here.
I could see the walls, the siege, and the slow unraveling from within, a bitter taste filled my mouth… I knew this taste, it was of death.
This talent that I had seen from touching the void was becoming more mysterious, and I wondered what I would see once this skill reached Adept or even Arcanist… I hope this would not be the final stroke that drives me insane.
The question that Tam asked me was still in my head. I thought about telling him the truth, that I was a mage from a future where his world had been reduced to ash and memory. But something held me back. These people had lost enough. They didn't need to know that their world was already doomed, that everything they were fighting for would one day be forgotten.
