His soul shattered, bringing with it relentless waves of excruciating pain. A divine light emerged from Andar's core and wrapped around Aetherius, even as the swirling orb at the staff's top imploded into radiance that converged with the light pouring from Andar's shattered soul.
Faster than any spell that he could ever conjure, these two radiances fused as one and blasted toward the man, who was still slowly drawing out the golden strings from the body of Revah.
This light was everything that Andar had been and was to be; it was the culmination of what was supposed to become the greatest Magus who ever stepped foot upon Reality, and the power it released was greater than any Old One could ever unleash.
This man, this entity, slowly turned towards the light blasting towards him, and he sighed.
