Yves suffered from the strain of directly channelling, of ceaselessly absorbing and immediately draining the raw, concentrated energy from the Jabarrah. The familiar’s previous bond had been with a master Transcender, and as familiars accrued power and abilities while aging alongside their wizards, the Jabarrah possessed formidable strength. A wizard of Yves’ age and experience could not ordinarily endure this level of energy rush without incurring severe consequences. He did not care. He was not done. To complete the dome, Yves directed the expanding structure to descend from the ceiling and to grow left and right until all parts connected behind the Vicha.
The curse had breached the dome fully, its immensity occupying over a third of the entire enclosed space. Yves stood at the heart of the defiant structure, drawing in ever more energy. If he could not control what the Jabarrah held, he would not survive what was about to come.
Yves was about to stake his life on nothing short of a revolution in his understanding of the fundamental nature of reality — a theory formulated, postulated, unwritten, and untested by an academy throw-out who would have to endure another hundred years before hoping to sprout the first stubble of a respectable wizard beard. This daring proposition was grounded in the belief that the Vicha existed beyond the dual dimensions that constituted matter and energy.
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