Silver light rolled over us in wave after wave, annihilating everything in its path. The blast tore through the physical realm and the weave of fate alike. Long, jagged fissures opened in fate, spilling the cold and darkness of oblivion into Enusia.
My wards cracked and fell away. I screamed as the power scoured the flesh from my bones, turning blood and clothing to dust. Scarcely had oblivion begun to claim me when the warmth of my What Once Was Shall Come Again restored my fate.
Only for the next wave to kill me again.
Three times I perished, and three times I was brought back. After the third, the blast had weakened enough for Adaptive Resistance to consume its mana. I curled into a ball, still screaming, dimly aware of Fable sheltering me from the worst of the winds. Through our bond, I knew even he had died at least once.
