Nalrond extended his hand toward the silvery barrier that separated the dimensional space from the rest of Mogar, feeling the familiar stream of consciousness inside the barrier flooding inside of him.
Countless voices, experiences, and feelings that didn't belong to him coursed through his mind. The Rezar used his own name as an anchor against the stream and as a fortress against the psychic onslaught but this time it wasn't enough.
Not because learning about the possible existence of his other half had made his sense of self falter. On the contrary, the idea of having finally found the missing piece of his life that his forefathers had searched for generations, had given Nalrond a purpose.
