The distortion cycle had begun again, and with it came the slow unwinding of Solvish Keep's presence within Vaingall's unstable borders. In only a few hours, the bastion would phase out, retreating to wherever Karasu's command lattice deemed suitable next.
The agreement had been held. The shrines had rooted. The game had been played.
Now it was time to rest.
Kivas and Samael stood just beyond the perimeter of Solvish Keep's influence, the faint crystalline distortion barrier no longer pulsing around them.
The air here was denser, warmer, braided with the ambient breath of Vaingall itself. Chaos, wild and ancient, returned in full the moment the Keep's stabilizing field no longer pressed against the land.
Kivas raised her hand and snapped her fingers twice. The sound was swallowed by the wind, but Samael caught the signal.
Samael's eyes glimmered faintly as her fingers carved an invisible rune through the space between them.
