There was a shoe.
Black leather boots standing atop a table.
Nothing too abnormal, Alistair thought. Unless he ignored the glowing green fluid squirming beneath.
Yeah… there was nothing normal about it.
"When?" Alistair tried remembering how exactly it touched him. He recollected the time it started, paths taken, and sensations.
And indeed, a connection quickly appeared. The collision downward—that was when the feeling started and stopped.
No, it began after he harnessed Source energies. It acted like a switch.
"On," Alistair shot a tiny bolt of light towards the shoe, causing the greens to light like a Christmas tree.
He deactivated the energy, and the glows withered.
"Off," Alistair commented slowly, hands steadily retrieving files and documents. He searched specifically the locations indicated.
Where the bodies were found and their true estimated locales.
