"Where do you think he went"? Yuit asks Isla for the first time since Go had risen and flown into the air.
The old Master slept for four days and then got up and left.
Both of them have been helping themselves to the food brought by the locals and meditating, too afraid to touch their semerus in their pouches.
"I don't know," Isla says from her meditative position.
Unlike Yuit, Isla has spent time around the truly powerful great mages and knows some can become eccentric over time.
"When do you thi-" his words are cut off by an army of voices screaming in his mind.
His eyes roll to the back of his head and he collapses.
Isla stares in wide-eyed horror at the tower.
"What did you do"? she whispers.
Unable to help herself from thinking about the odd slave child she grew up with.
***
Standing at the edge of the white sphere I breathe in and out, letting the world energy flood my body and drive into my mana core.
