Standing at the edge of that portal while High Mage Ambrose had droned on about intent, he has felt the pulse of that thing through the doorway opened to it. A current, sucking prone bodies along with it—indiscriminate in its appetite. They had seen lesser mages of Thorne be held back from the pull of it, hadn't they?
He'd known that pull once before. How hungry unshackled possibility is, how blind. Yes, he imagines it does want them. But that hardly makes them special.
"Feel it how?" Patient, unblinking. A thoughtful animal crouches behind its blind and waits. "Describe it to me."
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Standing at the edge of that portal while High Mage Ambrose had droned on about intent, he has felt the pulse of that thing through the doorway opened to it. A current, sucking prone bodies along with it—indiscriminate in its appetite. They had seen lesser mages of Thorne be held back from the pull of it, hadn't they?
He'd known that pull once before. How hungry unshackled possibility is, how blind. Yes, he imagines it does want them. But that hardly makes them special.
"Feel it how?" Patient, unblinking. A thoughtful animal crouches behind its blind and waits. "Describe it to me."