The air shifted as the last fragments of the statue dissolved into the darkness, leaving no passage, no return.
Jonan felt the darkened surroundings around him being unmade; he was waiting in worry, for what would come next. He did not expect to get an inheritance; he thought he would get a passage outside of this ruined city.
Hw was wondering if it was the same for the other passages, were those other passageways inheritances.
Around him, the reshaping darkness finally settled in quiet undulations, colors and forms continuing to bleed through the pale veil of what remained.
Each breath carried the taste of something unnamed, as though the land itself were exhaling after long-held confinement.
Jonan advanced a step, his gaze was lowered, though his fingers twitched with habitual caution.
"Just what is that swirling radiance in between," he muttered, his gaze sweeping the spinning colors in front of him.
