Kael pounded his fist against the sealed wall of the Sanctuary.
"Open up.
Open up, damn it!"
Nothing.
He could have screamed until his throat was raw,
but the stone did not respond.
He pressed his forehead against the cold surface,
breathing heavily.
"Lunaya... come back to me..."
His instincts screamed, tore at him,
pulled him toward her so hard it made him nauseous.
He felt something tear.
A dull pain.
A thread inside him stretching until it broke.
"Heart..."
He gasped for breath.
It was as if someone was pulling on their bond.
Not to break it...
No.
To move it.
To share it.
He felt a strange warmth.
A red fire, ancient, powerful, Dravik.
A golden sparkle, playful, slippery, Sahr.
And...
A soft, broken shadow, Erynd.
Kael took a step back, his hands on his chest.
"No... no, no, no..."
He suddenly understood what the Sanctuary was doing.
What Lunaya was facing.
What was calling her.
What was tearing her apart.
His breath caught.
Then he whispered, broken:
"They're touching her.
They're all touching her..."