The Liberation

A flash of intense white momentarily blinded me, my ears filled with an indescribable roar, and the fresh scent of parsley wafted into my nostrils. Then, as swiftly as it came, it vanished, leaving behind the pulsing rhythm, the glowing rune, the odd scenery, and a sense of accomplishment.

The connection was made.

Preparing myself for the next stage, I tried to steady my thoughts.

The stiletto embedded in the ground began to quiver, which puzzled me. Shortly after, a deep hum became discernible. Focusing on it, I managed to identify the rhythm.

Rhythms...

That sparked a thought.

I extended my left hand, palm facing upwards, while concentrating on the rhythm. Doing the same with my right hand, I focused on the hum. Slowly, I brought my hands together, flipping them so that the palms were touching. Behind me, I could sense Opal expanding and retracting his wings. My eyes seemed to close automatically. A wave of exhaustion hit me, causing unease considering the tasks still ahead.