The being that was Beam was deeper than both. It was the silent longing of the wind, as it swam towards the unreachable mountain tops. It was the hope of the stream, as it ran towards the sea.
The gates opened, and a vast city, burning in flame was revealed. The heat hit Dominus all at once. He braced himself. He felt his fingers burning, and his flesh melting, but he did not pause as he attempted to drink it all in.
"Dominus…" Lombard muttered, unnerved by the silence. Even he could sense a change in the air, despite his lack of ability in controlling mana.
Even the villagers could tell something had happened, as Dominus stood crouched over the boy, his eyes closed in concentration.
After a few moments more, he slowly removed himself. His hand came out of Beam's chest, leaving a trail of blood with it. The man stood. The body of the boy did not move. No one dared to say a word.
