Ascend or Be Consumed
The last time this had happened, Maureen had been there, persistent and frightened, telling me to stop, that I was pushing too far, that I would die if I continued.
Now… there was nothing.
No warning.
No anchor.
Just me.
I broke the mental cultivation train reluctantly and reached for the small vial hidden in my desk drawer. An Aetherpill, one Lucan had given me long ago, telling me to use it only if I truly needed it.
I swallowed it anyway.
Warmth flooded my veins, steady and familiar, easing the strain in my Core, and stitching me back together piece by fragile piece. And despite myself, my thoughts drifted to him. To Maureen. To everyone, I had shut out with wards and silence.
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