Haa… haa…
Clayton breathe heavily as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
Once again, this Trial tested him in ways that he was not used to. This time, to survive the second phase, all he actually had to do to stabilize his team was to become a therapist.
'What the f*ck!'
This was how Clayton felt but to survive, he had to do it. To make sure his companions survive, and to make sure the thousands of souls in his Rootsite survived, he had to do it and so he did it.
The fissure flared bright, then folded shut again as roots and alloy began weaving together in a single seal.
The battlefield froze.
Then the two armies halted mid-strike, fading into streams of light.
The Preserver Lord and Ascendant Lord looked at Clayton, their eyes hollow, before dissolving into motes that sank into the wound.
Silence reigned, then the system notification followed.
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[Phase II Complete.]
[Unity sustained. Fracture stabilized.]
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