The Rejected Healer's Retribution
In the core, Lyra was the only thing keeping the world's sanity intact, but the static began to seep into her resonance.
Kael stood at the edge of the plaza, his dark skin glowing with a frantic, pulsing amber. Beside him was Prime-Zero, the leader of the Vespera. The alien's mercury hair was whipped sideways by the psychic wind, and its moonlit skin flickered with each discharge of the storm.
"THEY ARE THE TOTALITY OF OUR GRIEF," Prime-Zero echoed, the sound vibrating in Kael's mind. "THEY DO NOT WANT BODIES. THEY WANT THE ABSOLUTE. THEY WANT TO BECOME THE ALL."