So.
Here he was.
Again.
Still.
In another dimension, with a Witch Tear tethered to his core, and a sovereign stave that was not merely a weapon of the highest order, but apparently, by the definition of witches, also a higher life form.
The new distinction had done nothing to reassure him about the established procedure.
If essence was what crossed;
if an artefact required essence to shift —
what, then, of the crystal half-sphere?
It had shifted too. It always did.
It shifted with him.
It shifted INto him.
If essence
was what crossed;
if an artefact
required essence to shift —
what, then,
of the crystal
half-sphere?
It had shifted too.
It always did.
It shifted with him.
It shifted
INto him.
