I drew in a sharp breath as the inquisitors closed in on Borealis, gripping my staff a little more tightly. Escape seemed impossible at this point, and Borealis wasn't nearly as durable as Fable. But from my impression of his soul, escape was the last thing on the fate demon's mind.
With another screech, he let his aura go, releasing his inner light over the entire city. His crystalline form refracted, following every beam of shining starlight at once. Every path, every decision, every possible action. They were more solid than afterimages, more real than illusions. Each one projected his full soul, intentions, and mana. A hundred branching timelines all occurring at the same time.
