Silax took the chalice from where he had stored it. He spent several minutes examining it, he even tried channeling Orenda into it. There was no change in it, none that he could observe.
He concluded that there was nothing special about the chalice anymore. It had done what it was created for; grant him a rebirth.
Silax stored the chalice back, then he sat cross-legged on the floor. He cleared his mind and focused his breath, he began a search for the faintest of tremors within.
He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed out all distracting thoughts from his mind. He visualized the wellspring of power as an azure lake, its surface undisturbed but shimmering with hidden power.
He pictured himself diving into its depths, seeking the source of his abilities. Yet, the lake remained a mirage, shimmering just beyond the grasp of his mental reach.
