"Brother," Vivian's voice broke, "please help Mother and Father."
There was no hesitation in her.
Only the certainty that if anyone in this world still had even a chance of reaching through this and dragging Virel and Aniel back from the edge, it would be Lucien.
Lucien did not answer with comfort first.
He answered with action.
He stepped closer to the jade beds and forced himself to breathe once before moving. Then he drew Breathglass Film from his Inventory.
He unfolded the thin transparent sheet between his fingers, and held it before his eyes.
The world beyond it changed.
The deeper channels of power beneath the visible body came into sharp relief.
Lucien stared.
Then his jaw tightened.
Virel and Aniel's internal pathways were in terrible condition.
Their divine vessels were not merely strained. They were damaged.
He almost cursed aloud.
Then he remembered.
The East Continent.
And causality.
The correction that had once been aimed at him.
