The jar of soul flame filled once again with those Brilliance fragments, each one giving off tiny points of starlight.
Once again, she was pulled into that mysterious space.
Beneath her feet was a circular point of light, the choice she had made last time, The Silent Traveler.
Not far behind her was the starting point where she had set out. The path still shone with radiance. But the two routes to Warfire and Lament and A Tragic Comedy had dimmed, and the floating words above them had turned a dull gray.
This time, three roads appeared in front of her again.
For Whom the Bell Tolls, the Tranquil Dusk, the Idealist Who Turns a Deaf Ear.
The phrases were growing blurrier.
Maybe because she already had assumptions, she easily linked the tolling bell to invasion and war, while the Tranquil Dusk looked like a successful counter invasion.
It still fit the old pattern. One leaned toward output and offense, a war skill. One leaned toward defense and protection, a world skill.
