Realms, dimensions, reality (4) - Retrieving Crystoi

Eldrian paused, his hand about to grasp Crystoi's shaft. Looking at the leaking mana and occasional sparks forming around the elemental crystals, Eldrian hesitated. The cracks spreading across the crystals told him just how damaged the spear was. 

This was not the only damage. The dark gold runes were dim in color, cracks spreading from blade to blade. The shaft, in particular, seemed about to snap. Recklessly pulling the spear loose might cause it to truly be destroyed. 

Moving his gaze to the adamantine back blade, Eldrian extended the platform he was standing on and searched for the nested voidstone. 

'Yeah, that doesn't look good.' It appeared that the interwoven mix of metal and wood was withdrawing from the black stone. Some of the branches of the nest having snapped and others being strained—as if fighting to contain the stone.