Margaret was aware of all the truths and laws. Harrison involuntarily tensed his spine.
After a brief silence, a searing pain surged along the traces of the incantation, invading flesh and viscera, roiling and roaring, forcing him to sweat and shiver.
Then, in an unexpected moment, the locks within him clicked open. ...Click.
Perhaps it was just Harrison's hallucination, a figment of his years-long yearning.
He sank to his knees, pressing them against the dry soil and fallen leaves. The pent-up power, confined for years, rushed out like a flood, pouring out, spreading across the land, corroding the trees.
Harrison kept his eyes open, witnessing a nearby half-dead tree swiftly turning charred and withered.
Gritting his teeth, he croaked, "Cannot..."
A soft palm caressed his tense spine, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry... don't worry... look..."
