Sheila's unease deepened, though she kept her expression composed.
'Understand it? What kind of question is that? Myst is Myst—it's everywhere. What more is there to say?' Despite her frustration, she held her tongue, waiting for the conversation to unfold further.
Liam, standing beside her, was a picture of stoic calm, but inwardly, his thoughts churned.
'Now that I think about it… what is Myst, really? I've never asked myself that. All Draven ever taught me was that Myst is everywhere, and it's up to each individual to use it as they see fit. But for all my training, I've never stopped to consider the essence of Myst itself. I've been so focused on mastering techniques that I've ignored the foundation of it all.' His jaw tightened slightly, though his face betrayed no emotion.
