Book One – Chapter 6

This was where the established laws of wizardry and the prospect of just two dimensions faltered: If  the Vicha was not anchored in the Alladharian Dimension, it should be anchored in the Material Dimension. If it were anchored in the Material Dimension, it should not at all ever be able to fucking pass through things.

Yves refused to accept that a witch could wield command over what her Vicha consumed and what it spared; purportedly to protect nature and plants? Even if such control were possible, how the fuck did it work? It was oh so easy to dismiss Vichae as just another inexplicable facet of witchcraft, but no, Yves insisted on logic. He demanded rules. His flawed education at Emery Thurm had ingrained in him the principle that if things did not seem right, the teaching was not right. If none of what he knew offered sensible rules, he needed to unearth them in the unknown.

Daring to dig for the daunting, he planted the second premise for his theory, firmly rooted in the conviction that the Vicha did not pass through natural existences because of some sort of a witch’s command, no: it could not affect any matter that was solely or predominantly rooted in the Material Dimension. Lifeless matter had no energies. Similarly, plants carried only minimalistic traces of Rothar, much like how light fragments had but a phantom presence in the Material Dimension. Essentially, the Vicha was not anchored in the Material Dimension.

In the dual reality that was known to Yves, the Vicha was but a grotesque phantom existence, a shadow presence of the true curse, now dragging itself to the centre of his dome of light.
 

Yves placed his unbroken ethereal mirror on the shard-covered ground, precisely at the centre of the dome. From there, the mightiest of his supporting light pillars ascended, reaching the zenith of the curved glass roof. Yves slid the mirror into this column of light, ensuring the reflective surface lay directly beneath.