They had used the Voice's body, her core, to power the Barrier all this time?
It was a cruelty worthy of gods, alright, and right up Zon-Kuthon's twisted alley. Jigano's expression tightened from more than just pain, even knowing what Safrin had told him about the Voice's alleged crimes in the past. But he was here to witness, and to remember how the world changed. A glance to Sam showed the young Ascended in no state to perform his duties as Chronicler, and no other Loreseekers had made it to the Spire's top except...
108, who had once promised to come visit the guildhall, stepped forward and Jigano drew in a sharp breath. "No..." he whispered, trying to reach out, to reach them, but the pain of his injured shoulder held him back and he gasped and faltered and failed as pale hands closed on the Core and then they were gone--
And one world ended.
And a new one began.
Jigano coughed, a harsh, wracking sound as the black dust mixed with the poison gas still in his lungs and left him weak. He stumbled back, but caught himself before he could try to lean against a wall that was no longer there. Instead he slid slowly to his knees, wrapping an arm aroundRory 's shoulders and pressing his temple to his friend's. He could only dimly imagine the hunter's pain, his awe, his fear at what had just transpired. Had it been a miracle?
Or the next drumroll in a war between gods where mortals were little more than pawns?
In the end it hardly mattered in that moment. The lorekeeper was weary, and wounded, and grim. Triumph in the shape of freedom had been bought and paid for, but the price had been high and the real work had yet to even begin.
It was a cruelty worthy of gods, alright, and right up Zon-Kuthon's twisted alley. Jigano's expression tightened from more than just pain, even knowing what Safrin had told him about the Voice's alleged crimes in the past. But he was here to witness, and to remember how the world changed. A glance to Sam showed the young Ascended in no state to perform his duties as Chronicler, and no other Loreseekers had made it to the Spire's top except...
108, who had once promised to come visit the guildhall, stepped forward and Jigano drew in a sharp breath. "No..." he whispered, trying to reach out, to reach them, but the pain of his injured shoulder held him back and he gasped and faltered and failed as pale hands closed on the Core and then they were gone--
And one world ended.
And a new one began.
Jigano coughed, a harsh, wracking sound as the black dust mixed with the poison gas still in his lungs and left him weak. He stumbled back, but caught himself before he could try to lean against a wall that was no longer there. Instead he slid slowly to his knees, wrapping an arm around
Or the next drumroll in a war between gods where mortals were little more than pawns?
In the end it hardly mattered in that moment. The lorekeeper was weary, and wounded, and grim. Triumph in the shape of freedom had been bought and paid for, but the price had been high and the real work had yet to even begin.
