While the rest of the group was experiencing nothing more than a gentle relaxation and widening of their spiritual pathways, two corporeal individuals were dealing with something far more involved.
In the case of one prince, he was experiencing what Luca had very lightly referred to as "scattering."
Now, to most people, scattering implied dispersing. Drifting apart. Bits going in different directions.
Unfortunately for him, this was not that.
For Xavier, it felt closer to intense magnetism. From everywhere. Pulling, tugging, insisting, as if the water itself had developed opinions about where every part of him should belong.
He had felt hints of it while they were traveling. A strange resistance. A faint sense of being stretched thin. But the moment they entered the clear waters, Xavier was almost certain he saw his life flash before his eyes.
In fairness to Luca, he had warned him.
Very specifically, too.
