The memory of the Great One's gaze flashed through his mind. That absolute, incomprehensible presence that had made his stolen divinity feel like a candle against the sun.
Questions for someone who can stand in that presence without being crushed into nothing.
Finn shuddered.
Snap!
Thalia's fingers cracked sharply, jarring Finn from his thoughts. But he saw she'd directed the gesture at Casmir, who had been equally lost in contemplation.
"Are you okay?" Thalia asked with concern edging into her voice.
Casmir blinked, refocusing. "Yes. Sorry. I was..." he shook his head. "Never mind. Where was I?"
"The breach," Yara prompted.
"Right." Casmir gathered himself. "My goal was to find a way to bring you all back to our world. But now, with Finn and Deacon's theory that these Gods want something specific from our plane… something we're not yet aware of, I'm reconsidering our next steps."
