The room begins to spin, all the words and runes and all twisting and cavorting, the elements reaching for them, flames licking just short of Dinadan's face, arms of earth reaching for Cait, trying to swallow her, water trickling up through cracks in the floor, and the air growing thick, hard to breathe.
They can hear the door creaking as spawn try to force their way in, with only two humans between the other worldly and the two of them. Once again, the book whispers to Cait that this can all stop, the knowledge is just pages away... does she really want to doom Dinadan? Does she really want to doom herself? Never see her people... her mother... Atlantis... Ty?
//tharanak syha'h-yar nafl'hai - The time of eternity's promise is not yet.//
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