What's The Plan?

Ezra sat in his study, taking advantage of the moment of solitude.

He was enjoying the glass of blood wine he had in his hand when a sudden, unsettling sensation rippled through him.

It was as if a thread within his very soul had been plucked, sending a shiver down his spine.

He set the glass down and closed his eyes, focusing inward.

He delved deep into his soul, where the threads of his bonds with others were woven.

There, he found it. The thread of the blood oath connecting him to Veran. It was unraveling, fraying at an alarming rate.

Ezra followed the thread, tracing its path down to Veran.

The thread led him to the sight of Veran's soul flickering rapidly.

Ezra watched in horror as the soul shone brightly, like a final stand. The thread of the blood oath vibrated with a desperate intensity before snapping entirely.